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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 4:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 6:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 6:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 6:46 pm
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Aelor's expression remained calm and void of any emotion. She merely stared at the young woman unblinkingly before shaking her head and letting out a sound that seemed more like a scoff than a laugh. "You know, with a confession like that, it would not be hard to turn you in. I'm sure the council will not object to two hangings," she said in a threatening tone of voice. She turned and began to walk away, but stopped about halfway towards the door and turned her head slightly to speak again. "However, if you forget about what you just said, then I might be willing to overlook these things," she said. Aelor had learned long ago never to trust anyone even those who claimed to understand you.
Eisti looked over at the pot that was still full of stew. There were others within this town that did not have much food or who did not possess the abilities to cook. Her grandmother saw the expression upon her face. "Perhaps you should take a few covered bowls of your famous stew to some of the people in the village," she suggested with a warm smile, looking up from her stitching. It appeared that her granddaughter could use a lot of fresh air. It was not good for her to be inside. Besides, the sun might do her some good for her weak immune system not to mention she was always so pale as well. Eisti smiled at her grandmother and nodded. "Yes, I will do just that." She began to gather a few bowls and poured a bit of stew in each of them. She then carried the bowls to a rather large crate and placed them inside for safe keeping. The crate wasn't exactly very heavy, but it was large and since Eisti and her grandmother could not afford a cart and horses, she would have to carry it. However, before she left their small home, she kissed her grandmother upon the cheek and told her she would not be gone for very long. She hoisted the crate up with a rather loud grunt and began to carry it down the road hoping she wouldn't drop it.
((I will post as Telaria as soon as a few other people post.))
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 7:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 7:26 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 7:27 pm
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A girl with ruby red hair was standing near the town hall. Her eyes were intent with concentration, listening to the sentence. A sigh exited her mouth when hearing the ruling. Not again! Another witch, after a long spew of humans being called up. Hailey Williams reached a hand to the younger figure below her, in a comforting fashion. It was more she wanted to be comforted rather than comforting the girl. A soft wind blew her hair a little, showing a bit of her yellow eyes. They read sadness, and were glistening ever so slightly.
The younger girl with silver, brimming eyes looked up at her older sister. Her mood dampened a bit, seeing her face. A frown appeared. She tried to look into the courtroom on her tiptoes, but was pushed back down by Hailey. A small part of her lip puckered out. Connie Williams then looked at her sister's hand, indicating her to leave. She put up her hood, and followed her sister. They couldn't risk their identities too much, she remembered her sister saying.
Slower breaths, the girl instructed herself, breathing in slower, her scrawny chest rising and falling with each rhythm. The rhythm didn't change, recoiling very slowly. She smelled the incense, the rose petals with a bit of vanilla. She made sure to keep still. Luna made sure to listen to her teacher's commands from the trainings. The slower I breathed, the less I moved, the better the reading.
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 7:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 7:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 8:04 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 8:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 8:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 20, 2009 8:34 pm
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