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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2015 9:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 6:26 pm
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9:00 AM - The Lost Clans Tower: Death Library
Na'ima blinked and looked down at Falair slipped the book into her bag. Hm..curious. But she soon looked up again as if she had seen nothing. "Mm, no. There are good ones, the pure and beautiful seen only by virgin maidens, but then there are ones that kill. It is fascinating what humans come up with, though I suppose now I am curious if there is any truth to these stories." She shrugged. "After all, stories need to start somewhere, and humans often get their ideas from what is around them, do they not?"
She swayed side to side with her sister, looking thoughtful now. Were they horsemen, perhaps? Now she wanted to know as well. "If you require my assistance to find one of these unicorns, it would be my honor, sister." She kissed her temple, remaining there after and just holding the younger mare. Na'ima did feel as if she had been neglecting her in favor of--
Wrath.
Golden eyes opened wide as she lifted her head to look around until she found Wrath, and when she did she found herself helpless against a wide smile at the sight of him. "Look, sister. He mocks me for all of my questioning, and then he greets me with one of his own." Her voice then changed in tone, an implied whisper with no real volume change. "I think he likes me, but do not tell him that I have him figured out." She released her sister for the most part, her arms dropped to instead hug one of Falair's arms and settle her chin on the younger mare's shoulders, her attention still on Wrath.
"Famine does not keep a library, and my sister is training to become a Sage, something I feel she will excel in. I saw her coming up this way so I was curious why she was here, so I followed her~. Do you know how difficult it is to trail someone when you make noise with every step? Very." She tilted her head. "What are you doing here? Do you have a scholarly side to yourself that you have kept secret from me?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 9:14 pm
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9:00 AM - The Lost Clans Tower: Death Library
Rolling his eyes would have probably been quite foalish, so Wrath managed to refrain from doing so, but only barely. Instead, he stood taller, straighter, and crossed his arms over his broad chest, in an attempt to look more authoritative.
"There are parts of you I like, yes." He admitted. "Your mouth only makes the list because it can do more than just ask questions." A small smirk, though he thought he might have to apologize for that one later.
His attention diverted slightly towards Falair, and his eyebrows rose. "I am right here, and I am on priestess business."
He stared at them both a moment longer, gaze flicking from one to the other before letting out a long sigh. "It is just my bad luck that I've managed to fail in my task, as the required volume appears to be missing. I suppose I will have to find some other way to appease her....With so many talents that the priestesses seem to find appealing, it may just be that I can salvage my good standing."
His eyes had stopped on Na'ima, while one metal clad finger idly stroked one of the feathers attached to the belt around his waist.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2015 9:44 pm
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9:00 AM - The Lost Clans Tower: Death Library
Na'ima did roll her eyes, however. "Rathsvith," she very nearly hissed, even making a motion to cover Falair's ears despite the fact that she was a grown mare and had already heard what he said. "My sister does not need to hear such things." He did that on purpose. Though Falair didn't help. She sighed, giving Falair's ear a slight tug. "Manners, Falair," she warned.
Priestess business? Na'ima blinked, looking toward Wrath with curiosity. What was he doing with a priestess? Though..she supposed it wasn't out of the question. Not all priestesses had guardians to order around, or their guardians were off for whatever reason, it just made sense they would turn to the next capable soldier to fetch things. Interesting that what she needed was missing from here..and Falair had stowed that book away in her bag. Na'ima glanced at her sister with a narrowed side-eyed look. What else had she stolen? Before she could inquire about her sister's behavior Wrath continued with something that actually made her give pause. Golden eyes widened as she slowly turned to look Wrath's way again, and for a moment her heart felt like it stopped as he brought her attention to the feathers on his belt.
Delicate hands tightened on her sister for a brief second, and there was the softest sound of a sharp intake of breath. Na'ima then cleared her throat, shook her head, and then released her beloved sister. "I see, well, good. Off you go, then. Go apologize to your priestess, Rathsvith," she spoke quickly and sharply, though with a strange and unfamiliar quality to her voice. She turned to Falair and laid a kiss against her temple again. "I am going now, I have an errand that needs taking care of. I will visit you later, sister." Smiling for the younger mare, she stepped away from her to make her way toward the exit of the library. She paused as she neared Wrath, her smile faltering and instead falling into something dangerously neutral.
"Have fun with your priestess," she murmured quietly to him before continuing past him and out.
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