Many thanks to the player of Daigh Sterling for assistance with this portion of the storyline!
July 31st
After one of the most emotional moments Rayvinn had allowed herself to have in a long while, saying goodbye to Cor, she walked out of his house and the few feet to her awaiting motorcycle. The helmet, with blacked out visor in place, was slipped down over her head and one long leather clad leg was lifted over the bike so that she straddled it. The kickstand was lifted with her booted foot and the Ducati was started and revved up.
Speeding down off of the porch and back into the night, she let out a ragged sigh, the next destination wasn't going to be any easier than where she had just been. Able to see without difficulty through the black out visor, thanks to enhanced vision, she leaned forward and gripped the bike a little tighter with her thighs as she twisted the throttle and increased her speed to new death defying heights. It might appear that she was tempting fate right now as she poured the emotion that threatened to consume her into this race across town. Destination: Daigh Sterling, AKA Best Male Friend.
With Quinn gone for a bit and Mealla off gallivanting through town, it left Daigh with a lot of extra time. He'd been home for maybe an hour or so, just long enough to change into a pair of jeans and an old T-shirt before plunking himself down to eat a sandwich.
Arriving on the West End of town, she slowed down to a near crawl as she passed some shops until she reached the sandwich shop that Daigh lived above. Maneuvering the bike down a small alley to the back of the building, she came to a stop next to the steps that would lead her upstairs to his apartment.
Helmet was pulled off and a gloved hand was lifted to smooth through her hair as she clomped up the stairs and knocked on the screen door. She knew it was late but hoped maybe he had been working late at a club and would still be up.
That he was! At the sound of the knock he set his sandwich down and hopped up. Wiping his hands on the seat of his jeans he moved over to the door, hurriedly swallowing the mouthful of bread and meat. The knob was turned and then the door opened. To his surprise, there was Raye. "Hey!" he smiled, his tone just slightly tinged with that surprise as he opened the screen. "What's up, Best Female Friend?"
She allowed that crooked grin, that was usually the precursor to much trouble, curl upon her features. Megawatt smile that didn't really reach her eyes was hopefully enough to convince him all was well. "Best Male Friend, sorry to intrude. I...I uhh, I'm on my way out of town and didn't wanna leave without seeing you. Yanno, how that goes. Never know when a stray arrow might catch ya in the ass and ya can't come back for a while, right?" In reference to her own shooting someone in the ass...such a strange elf. Chewing at her lower lip, she realized the lame excuse for what it was and offered him a slight shrug of her thin shoulders and a goofy grin.
He smiled at her words, though he noticed her eyes stayed devoid of any of that humor or light. "Planning to get shot? Come in." He held the door open wider for her to enter. He closed the doors behind her and then turned. "Hungry or anything?" Such a good host!
A real chuckle was offered up in response, kudos to Daigh! "I don't ever plan for these things to happen, but for some reason people enjoy using me for target practice, in one form or other." Oh yes, poor poor innocent Raye that has never once done a single thing to warrant being shot at or attacked. Riiiight. Another smile was given and she slipped past him and into the apartment.
A little shake of her head as she grinned. "Not a bit but look at you being all super good man of the house and offering stuff!" She was beginning to relax a little as she rocked back on her heels and glanced around.
"How are Quinn and Mealla doing? I haven't seen your sister in a while. You'll let her know I am leaving and tell her she has been awesome?" A slight clearing of her throat as she looked up at him, obviously uncomfortable as she spoke of leaving.
"That's me," he chuckled. "Mealla's fine. Hanging out with some boy that I've only met once. Quinn's been working on getting some stuff in order." A moment's pause. "I asked her to marry me."
Blinkblink. And blink again. The next thing Daigh would know, he had a screeching Raye jumping at him and hugging him. "Oh gods, Daigh...that is so super fantastic! Oh my gods. You actually did it! She said yes...right? Psh of course she did, how couldn't she? I'm guessing you are the happiest damn guy for ten realms, right? WOW, DAIGH!" So, he had managed to awaken that chatty loud elf that had been neglected and dormant since the last time she had been around Daigh and Mealla.
Finally letting go of Daigh, she stepped back and for that moment the elation she felt at his news actually reached her eyes. She knew he would be alright. Mealla had a boyfriend apparently and would be alright. Things were falling into place and the happiness of her friends made it slightly easier to say goodbye. Not greatly easier but she wouldn't have to worry about them.
"So, tell me how it happened. Was it the most romantic proposal ever? Did she cry? Did you?"
He laughed, wrapping his arms around her when she jumped on him, holding on until she hopped back down. The smile on his face told plainly that he was thrilled. He gestured toward the other chair at his kitchen table. "Sit down for a few. And I don't know if it was all that romantic. I made her dinner and then afterward told her I wanted her to move in. Well, and then I pretended that I had snagged my pants on the couch and I pulled out the ring."
"I?m super stoked. Really excited about the future." A nod.
"Pretended to snag your pants? BWUAHAHA! That is most excellent!" She moved away to drop down onto the kitchen chair and nodded intently as she listened to him, head canting to the side as she scrutinized his face, just double checking that he was as happy as he seemed. A slight sigh of relief was breathed and then smiled again. "Your future is bright as a big shiny diamond, dude. No doubt."
Speaking of a big shiny diamond had her suddenly remembering her engagement ring that was still upon her finger. She obviously couldn't take that with her. It would most definitely give away her identity if anyone paid close enough attention. Her gloves were removed and she twisted at the nine karat diamond, then ran the tip of her index finger over the band. Finally, before she lost her nerve, she pulled the ring from her finger and held it out to Daigh.
"Need you to keep that in a safe place for me, Best Male Friend. And you can't tell anyone you have it or that you have seen it. Its really imperative that you keep it secret." She drew in a shaky breath, fighting hard to keep herself together and squelch the rush of pain coursing through her. "Please." She couldn't meet his gaze, instead staring down at the sharp point of the toe of her boot as she kicked it back and forth.
July 31st
After one of the most emotional moments Rayvinn had allowed herself to have in a long while, saying goodbye to Cor, she walked out of his house and the few feet to her awaiting motorcycle. The helmet, with blacked out visor in place, was slipped down over her head and one long leather clad leg was lifted over the bike so that she straddled it. The kickstand was lifted with her booted foot and the Ducati was started and revved up.
Speeding down off of the porch and back into the night, she let out a ragged sigh, the next destination wasn't going to be any easier than where she had just been. Able to see without difficulty through the black out visor, thanks to enhanced vision, she leaned forward and gripped the bike a little tighter with her thighs as she twisted the throttle and increased her speed to new death defying heights. It might appear that she was tempting fate right now as she poured the emotion that threatened to consume her into this race across town. Destination: Daigh Sterling, AKA Best Male Friend.
With Quinn gone for a bit and Mealla off gallivanting through town, it left Daigh with a lot of extra time. He'd been home for maybe an hour or so, just long enough to change into a pair of jeans and an old T-shirt before plunking himself down to eat a sandwich.
Arriving on the West End of town, she slowed down to a near crawl as she passed some shops until she reached the sandwich shop that Daigh lived above. Maneuvering the bike down a small alley to the back of the building, she came to a stop next to the steps that would lead her upstairs to his apartment.
Helmet was pulled off and a gloved hand was lifted to smooth through her hair as she clomped up the stairs and knocked on the screen door. She knew it was late but hoped maybe he had been working late at a club and would still be up.
That he was! At the sound of the knock he set his sandwich down and hopped up. Wiping his hands on the seat of his jeans he moved over to the door, hurriedly swallowing the mouthful of bread and meat. The knob was turned and then the door opened. To his surprise, there was Raye. "Hey!" he smiled, his tone just slightly tinged with that surprise as he opened the screen. "What's up, Best Female Friend?"
She allowed that crooked grin, that was usually the precursor to much trouble, curl upon her features. Megawatt smile that didn't really reach her eyes was hopefully enough to convince him all was well. "Best Male Friend, sorry to intrude. I...I uhh, I'm on my way out of town and didn't wanna leave without seeing you. Yanno, how that goes. Never know when a stray arrow might catch ya in the ass and ya can't come back for a while, right?" In reference to her own shooting someone in the ass...such a strange elf. Chewing at her lower lip, she realized the lame excuse for what it was and offered him a slight shrug of her thin shoulders and a goofy grin.
He smiled at her words, though he noticed her eyes stayed devoid of any of that humor or light. "Planning to get shot? Come in." He held the door open wider for her to enter. He closed the doors behind her and then turned. "Hungry or anything?" Such a good host!
A real chuckle was offered up in response, kudos to Daigh! "I don't ever plan for these things to happen, but for some reason people enjoy using me for target practice, in one form or other." Oh yes, poor poor innocent Raye that has never once done a single thing to warrant being shot at or attacked. Riiiight. Another smile was given and she slipped past him and into the apartment.
A little shake of her head as she grinned. "Not a bit but look at you being all super good man of the house and offering stuff!" She was beginning to relax a little as she rocked back on her heels and glanced around.
"How are Quinn and Mealla doing? I haven't seen your sister in a while. You'll let her know I am leaving and tell her she has been awesome?" A slight clearing of her throat as she looked up at him, obviously uncomfortable as she spoke of leaving.
"That's me," he chuckled. "Mealla's fine. Hanging out with some boy that I've only met once. Quinn's been working on getting some stuff in order." A moment's pause. "I asked her to marry me."
Blinkblink. And blink again. The next thing Daigh would know, he had a screeching Raye jumping at him and hugging him. "Oh gods, Daigh...that is so super fantastic! Oh my gods. You actually did it! She said yes...right? Psh of course she did, how couldn't she? I'm guessing you are the happiest damn guy for ten realms, right? WOW, DAIGH!" So, he had managed to awaken that chatty loud elf that had been neglected and dormant since the last time she had been around Daigh and Mealla.
Finally letting go of Daigh, she stepped back and for that moment the elation she felt at his news actually reached her eyes. She knew he would be alright. Mealla had a boyfriend apparently and would be alright. Things were falling into place and the happiness of her friends made it slightly easier to say goodbye. Not greatly easier but she wouldn't have to worry about them.
"So, tell me how it happened. Was it the most romantic proposal ever? Did she cry? Did you?"
He laughed, wrapping his arms around her when she jumped on him, holding on until she hopped back down. The smile on his face told plainly that he was thrilled. He gestured toward the other chair at his kitchen table. "Sit down for a few. And I don't know if it was all that romantic. I made her dinner and then afterward told her I wanted her to move in. Well, and then I pretended that I had snagged my pants on the couch and I pulled out the ring."
"I?m super stoked. Really excited about the future." A nod.
"Pretended to snag your pants? BWUAHAHA! That is most excellent!" She moved away to drop down onto the kitchen chair and nodded intently as she listened to him, head canting to the side as she scrutinized his face, just double checking that he was as happy as he seemed. A slight sigh of relief was breathed and then smiled again. "Your future is bright as a big shiny diamond, dude. No doubt."
Speaking of a big shiny diamond had her suddenly remembering her engagement ring that was still upon her finger. She obviously couldn't take that with her. It would most definitely give away her identity if anyone paid close enough attention. Her gloves were removed and she twisted at the nine karat diamond, then ran the tip of her index finger over the band. Finally, before she lost her nerve, she pulled the ring from her finger and held it out to Daigh.
"Need you to keep that in a safe place for me, Best Male Friend. And you can't tell anyone you have it or that you have seen it. Its really imperative that you keep it secret." She drew in a shaky breath, fighting hard to keep herself together and squelch the rush of pain coursing through her. "Please." She couldn't meet his gaze, instead staring down at the sharp point of the toe of her boot as she kicked it back and forth.