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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 10:54 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2012 2:09 pm
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Ying lit up like a light as Soren handed her his precious cloak, which, once placed in her hands, she held carefully like it was a robe from Conquest himself. The fur was very matted, worn from use, but still good. Just a tiny tear. Nothing compared to SOME of the cloaks she'd seen from Death.
She quickly sat next to him, openly her needle booklet and selecting the proper tools. "Oh, I will be very careful sir. I know how much you Death horsemen like your furs." She looked away sheepishly, realizing she might have said something that would come across as rude. It was true though! Death horsemen adorned themselves in fur in the same way War coated themselves in feathers.
As she threaded her needle, she said, "It is nice to meet you, Soren sir. I am Ying, of Conquest." She paused for a moment, and then said, "Oh ... but I said that already, didn't I." She smiled amiably, completely oblivious to any annoyances she might have been making.
ramenli look at me tagging ying things finally /sparkles
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Posted: Wed Jan 02, 2013 12:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 12:02 pm
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While it was slightly unlikely that Soren would consent to "twirl around" for Ying once the repair was completed he also wanted to see it finished well and while his eyes drifted away they came to rest on her hands and his cloak more often than not.
He looked at the pelt, remembering the hunt he had been on. Astridr had clearly made up something she had needed from the human world to give him an excuse to go, knowing this was something he wanted. He had not realized it until he was already there, gathering the rare blossoms she suddenly needed immediately, and spotted the herd. It had been off to one side, a rarity among its kind, sacred to many of the little human tribes, and he wanted it. He wanted to tear the life from it, soak in the victory of such a rare kill. All on his own, without another's aid. Knowing how difficult it would be without long range weaponry.
He had returned from the hunt several days late, exhausted and blood, bringing with him the pelt and several small wounds and she had simply smiled and ordered him not to touch her until he had cleaned up, seeing to it that the pelt was made into a fine cloak, that every bit of the fur had been used to decorate their clothing. He was proud of it, proud to share his triumph even to this stranger, and she deserved an answer for working on it. "White bison," he informed her.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 12:14 am
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Ying's mouth opened in a wide O-shape. She had never really liked areas with bison- all flat and boring, covered in rocks usually- but any time she'd been there, they were always brown. Big stinking turds, if you asked her.
"White? I did not know they came in white! How fascinating. Was it hard?" Looking at Soren, she couldn't really imagine it would be hard- he was a strong horseman, but her? She was probably about half the size, only equal in a mount form maybe.
She tugged on a particularly rough patch of the fur, finding it difficult to get the needle through the tough hide. When she finally did, it jerked her back a bit. She gave a little noise, but then smiled and went right back to sewing, as if nothing had ever happened.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 1:05 pm
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