Sinclair
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Post by Sinclair on Jan 19, 2007 23:33:32 GMT -5
Dusk began to settle over the land of Moonhaven, being in the west it was the first to see the beautiful colors of the setting sun. Normally Sinclair would have stopped to enjoy the orange, amber and purple skies overhead but he was looking for something and there was only one person who was rumored to not be at home. He needed money and people kept money in their houses --usually. The seer he wanted to see was more expensive that he could afford, but the ugly witch had promised she'd be able to tell him how he was orphaned.
He approached the front door, he didn't notice the grey smoke rising from the chimney or that there was lantern light emanating from the windows. He turned the knob, it was indeed locked, he jimmied it for a moment and to his chagrin it did open. The inside was warmer than he expected, it was then that he'd noticed that someone was quite obviously at home. A fire in the fireplace, a lantern in the window, and humming emanating from a distant part of the house, he'd apparently not been heard.
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Avati
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Post by Avati on Jan 20, 2007 0:15:19 GMT -5
Water dripped, falling upon both stone and wood as the deus woman quickly wiped off most of the excess water that clung to her skin before straightening slowly and dropping the drying cloth to the stone floor, letting water that have spilled over the large tubs edge, and dripped from her hair and feathers be absorbed.
She would seriously give thought to the task Chem had set before her, though she knew in her fathers’ mind, and in eventuality, Avati had already accepted the task. Despite the thoughts of her paternal figurem, she would not be rushing out, the sprain in her wing, and relatively her back was too much at the moment, it pained her just to stand, if not walk upright. She would set out in a day or so, no more. However the pain in her back, and the loss of range in her arms meant tea, and drying before the fire tonight.
Avati hummed, before singing sweetly as she walked, glistening, clad only with the droplets that clung to her, skin and feathers, that weighed and coiled her hair. Scraps of cloth, wet midway down, bound the cream and gold wings, holding them fast to their resting position, preventing painful movement bumped, and rewet her back gently as she walk from her bed room, and to the open kitchen where a pot of water had long since begun to boil.
Humming, the woman with cloth strips, slowly poured the water into a small teapot over leaves that were held over the pots opening. There was a noise, a scuff, or maybe simply a small movement, in the faint reflection of the windows, but the womans’ gaze raised. Avatis’ knee jerk reaction, at the sight of an unexpected visitor paled in the womans’ scream at the scalding waters.
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Sinclair
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Post by Sinclair on Jan 20, 2007 0:31:23 GMT -5
Sinclair panicked for a moment, he’d been spotted, but more importantly this innocent woman, whom was also very naked, had scalded herself with boiling water. He cursed his selfishness, a temporary lapse in judgment –normal people did not steal to get what they wanted. Without a word he whisked her off the floor, the boiling water beginning to pool, and sat her down on a chair. He reached for the bucket of cold water adjacent to the stove and a dry rag; he’d been burned before and although it would not help the wound heal it would make the pain more bearable. He dipped the rag in the cold water and rung it out over the burn before placing it there.
“I, uhh…” he sputtered for a moment, trying to come up with a legitimate excuse for breaking into this innocent, and decidedly attractive woman’s home. “Came to borrow a cup of sugar,” He said in an innocent voice that he did not know he possessed. He doubted it would work but perhaps it would save him from being lynched…again…
Her eyes bore into his soul, however, and the jig was up before she’d even said a word to him. Sinclair dipped the rag into the bucket again, repeating his previous action over the burn; he looked back up at her, “So I’m a thief and you got scalded on my account.” His eyes wandered for a moment, he instantly remembered she was nude and could not help but be more embarrassed by the situation that had just backfired on him. He was a terrible thief, why did he think he could get away with it this time?
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Avati
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Post by Avati on Jan 20, 2007 0:47:09 GMT -5
"You suck."
It took two tries to get the words out, and even as they came, it was hard to be anything more than confused, as this self proclaimed theif tended her burns with cool waters and a gentle rags. It was something out of the normal, she was almost certain, a true theif, would had either ran, or silenced her, she should know, this one however, did neither.
"If this was an audition, you have arrived at the wrong house, and proabably a century, maybe two, too late for the only group I know of. ...Thank you."
Why was everything so tense, aside she had be surprised by a novice theif, and he took to tending her, he was two old to just be starting out making his way in the world as a theif, and he didn't have the build, an assasin, or a mercanary, but a theif? Or perhaps a lone pirate.
Avati reached for the bucket of water and dipped her hand into the waters, bringing a small handful to spill upon her thigh. a splotch already appeared near her knee.
"Would you like some tea, to go with that sugar?"
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Sinclair
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Post by Sinclair on Jan 20, 2007 1:03:01 GMT -5
"If this was an audition, you have arrived at the wrong house, and proabably a century, maybe two, too late for the only group I know of. ...Thank you."
“Well then, perhaps I’m just a throwback to a bygone era.” The beautiful woman spilled more water on her burn and proceeded to place another rag on her knee. He was confused, not really sure what to do or say next, something that rarely happened to him. He looked around for something to drape her in, he felt the need to cover her and he did not know why; unfortunately he couldn’t see anything large enough to cover her lying nearby. “Call me an entrepreneur of sorts, not a thief by trade obviously.”
And then she asked him something that made him even more confused, ”Would you like some Tea, to go with that sugar?”
The question’s implications perplexed him, why was she even asking him to have tea after he’d broken in like he had? He mulled the question over in his head as he reached for the pot that had fallen to the floor; Sinclair picked it up carefully and set it back on the stove, his answer to her question visibly delayed.
“Why?” Sinclair simply asked. “And…Some cream in that if you have it.”
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Post by Avati on Jan 20, 2007 1:13:39 GMT -5
Avati smiled, she had confused him as well, it had only seemed fair, and that in itself was familiar. She smiled a sure, slow smile, one she used for many things, when trying to be charming, or a prelude to temper, it was a lovely, darkly secretive smile, any lightskirt would kill for, and here she was meerly asking a man to tea. Not waking the neighbors, or her family to what had been, could have been.
Chuckling softly, the woman spoke simply, "You said you wished to borrow a cup of sugar. After all this, perhaps its the only thing I can offer. It's already dark out, and if I am to turn you out, it would only be hospitible to give you something to warm you up first. Is my company for a few moments more, such a hardship?"
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Sinclair
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Post by Sinclair on Jan 20, 2007 1:16:53 GMT -5
Sinclair pondered the meaning of her offer, no woman, quite especially ones as beautiful as this one, had ever offered him anything without expecting a gratuitous amount of money in return. It was then that he found the decency to avert his eyes, "I guess I won't refuse your generous offer, but perhaps you should put some clothing on first, miss."
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Post by Avati on Jan 20, 2007 1:36:46 GMT -5
Avati blinked, a slow, thoughtful blink, she honestly didn't understand the way people kept forcing cloth confinement upon her, no one made the Pomira, or the Centaurs wear clothing, the woman was begining to believe it was simply an elvin, human, thing, alas it was indeed her own father that started forcing the issue when she was a child, it made sense of course, during the winter time, but nooo, it was exspected all the time.
Looking to her burglar turned guest, Avati tilted her head slightly, and her gaze dropped before slowly her eyes rose and studied his face, a moment and quiet pause before the woman spoke, voice like silken threads, "But I'm still wet."
Avati gave a small smile and leaned to the side, her hair, still wet and weighed down hung past her shoulders, dripped drops before the deus stood and sighed. She moved slowly with a tense grace as she moved to the the pot and refilled it before slowly setting it back upon the stove.
"Perhaps, you would lock the door, so we can cut down on visitors without keys, and I'll see what I can manage."
Avati gave the man her back as she moved towards the open doorway that led to her room that overlooked the sea, her gold and cream wings, bound, feathers trailing was impossibly to m iss, and rose the quest, just how was she to wear a shirt?
Some time later, the woman appeared once more, loose pants graced her hips, and long sleeved shirt, that sat off her shoulders, while low, covered the woman, from breasts to ankles.
"I am Avati."
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Sinclair
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Post by Sinclair on Jan 20, 2007 4:25:38 GMT -5
"Perhaps, you would lock the door, so we can cut down on visitors without keys, and I'll see what I can manage."
Obediently Sinclair checked the lock and secured the door as his hostess had instructed of him. The whole situation was beginning to perplex him, moreover he'd never seen such a woman as this before. He'd seen elves of all shapes and sizes, humans, dwarves, you name it but this one was different. She bore resemblance to your run of the mill elf, but there was a certain mystery about her. Moreover there was a strength about her that he could not place, no woman was able to show dominance over him like she'd done moments before --and with only her eyes, the words only bound her dominance.
While the woman disappeared into another room, presumably dressing Sinclair finished soaking up the water that had spilled onto the wooden floor. When she returned several minutes later Sinclair found that she was just as stunning and mysterious in clothing as she was in the nude. She introduced herself, "I am Avati."
Sinclair stood upright, "I am Sinclair." He offered his hand to her, "Despite the circumstances it is a pleasure to meet you, miss, and I think I've learned a valuable lesson about stealing from beautiful women."
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Post by Avati on Jan 20, 2007 10:35:18 GMT -5
"Sinclair..." She quietly toyed with the mans' name before shaking his hand. She smiled lightly at the beautiful women comment, and let it drop, content in her knowledge.
"That many probably have guards no doubt." She walked towards the fire place, pulling on his hand for a step before letting it drop,as she moved aroud the couch to the carpet in front of the fire, before carefully dropping to her knees and falling forward her hair flung foward, and tangled with the white fur of of the rug. Avati coiled her fingers into the fur, watching her hand for a moment before rolling her eyes up to Sinclair.
"I heal pretty fast, but there's some recent muscle damage in my back, that makes everything else pretty much a hassal, couldn't even dry my hair myself. But it beat having someone stay with me, or having to go stay with any of the family." The woman chuckled, eyes closing, body relaxing into the soft rug.
"Mind you, this isn't a typical nights' occurence, now is it? Sinclair, what were you looking for here?"
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Sinclair
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Post by Sinclair on Jan 20, 2007 10:54:01 GMT -5
She pulled him towards a rug in front of the fire before letting his hand go and dropping to the floor. He found her sensual and mysterious, her intentions were not to be read as they appeared. He decided to keep his thoughts platonic and that the woman sprawled out before him was merely trying to get warm to help her wounds heal faster. He sat down slowly on the sofa as she luxuriated by the fireplace, he had to admit her movements were not that distant from a ritual he'd seen some elves performing.
"Mind you, this isn't a typical nights' occurence, now is it? Sinclair, what were you looking for here?"
He mulled it over, he must have appeared a very thoughtful person while his actions spoke to the contrary, "I need money."
Her eyes analyzed him playfully, as if to ask 'What for?'
"Er...I need it for a seer, a prophet if you will. She is a bit cross, but her communion with the deities up above, I hear, is worth paying for. Perhaps this is a sign, however, that the seer cannot help me in what I seek."
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Post by Avati on Jan 20, 2007 11:14:15 GMT -5
"Ah, hm..." Avatis' eyes closed again her fingers trailed through the warm fur along side her body, she loved the feel of fur, but raising her arms anymore promised more pain, the heat felt wonderful, even as her arms throbbed faintly still from the water burns, the skin will have scabbed by morning, and be flaking off by the next, she drifted a moment, rubbing her cheek to the soft fur, before the womans eyes opened once again.
She smiled, and it seemed to hold traces of embarrassment, so easily destracted, rolling to her side, Avati again looked the man over as she flames heated her back and dried her hair, this man sought a prophet? Charalatans, the lot of them, perhaps not, but to drive a man to steal, give and take should be done freely, within the realm of what each could give for a fair price.
Or perhaps what he sought, was so important to him, that the price itself was high, not just the prophet being a pompous, pincushio full of hot air and a loaded deck or whatever.
"What is it that you seek Sinclair?"
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Sinclair
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Post by Sinclair on Jan 20, 2007 11:34:33 GMT -5
Her smile was mysterious, like the rest of her, what she could possibly be thinking perplexed Sinclair's relatively simple mind. She eyed him, seemed to catch on to his drift and asked, "What is it that you seek Sinclair?"
"Its a cliche, out of a children's story one might say, but I'm trying to uncover my past. I remember back to when I was about eight, and no further, my first memory is looking down at this sword," He patted it with his palm. "It said "Sinclair" on the blade, I felt it a fitting name and just began to wander. I see clerics, and seers and fortunetelling gypsies from time to time. I have yet to get a palpable idea of things like...where I was before I found myself alone in the middle of the woods. Who my parents were, what they did, how they died or even if they are dead."
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Post by Avati on Jan 20, 2007 12:03:14 GMT -5
"And what will you do, when you have the answers you seek?" Avati pulled herself upright, her mind turning as she spoke, gently with care.
"How will in change the man you are, for better, or for worse, make you any more, or less the man you are today? Events that happened when you were but a child, were not in your power to shape, mold, or direct, and have come to pass, so cannot be changed.
That is only considering some tradegy befell your family. However if they live, and they lost you, mourned you, and were delighted in your return, what then? Would you give up battles to be a hand on a farm, no longer wander? Or if they were royalty, would you fight for the right to lead those you do not know, or worse do not know you?"
The winged woman straightened out her leg, propping one up to rest her elbow upon it. "I am very sorry, it is none of my business. I would probably do the same if I grew without my familiy, I would be lost, possibly more lost than having grown with them. If not dead, or a slave, probably in a brothel somewhere. A man offered to buy me once, when my mother was still alive... mind you I was very young when she died of old age, I was probably around, I don't know a small chubby, not exactly making sense age, still not wanting to be out of her sight.
Now that, was a party." the woman smiled again laying her face against her knee,she winced and her features smoothed. "But, anyways, I hope your prophet is worth all you give."
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Sinclair
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Post by Sinclair on Jan 20, 2007 12:18:11 GMT -5
"How will in change the man you are, for better, or for worse, make you any more, or less the man you are today? Events that happened when you were but a child, were not in your power to shape, mold, or direct, and have come to pass, so cannot be changed.
That is only considering some tradegy befell your family. However if they live, and they lost you, mourned you, and were delighted in your return, what then? Would you give up battles to be a hand on a farm, no longer wander? Or if they were royalty, would you fight for the right to lead those you do not know, or worse do not know you?"
He hung on her every word, each was wrought with wisdom of time and thoughtful logic. He'd never really thought it through. "I guess I am seeking someone to tell me something I just need to hear. I never really thought about it though, it won't change who I am and I don't want to rule over a nation of people I don't have any strong ties to. Nor do I really care to give up my life as a nomad for something as simple as life on a farm, although it might be something I'd be happy to do safe in the knowledge that I was missed and my parents lived on with pain of the lonliness and unknowing that I've felt. You're words are wise Avati, and they have moved me in a way that no prophet peddling false hope could."
Sinclair leans back on the sofa, staring up at the firelight flickering on the ceiling, "Perhaps I should take a different tact. I hadn't thought about it before now, but maybe the name 'Sinclair' means something to someone. Though I seriously doubt that."
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