Topic: A Watchful Eye.

Zev Zayveon

Date: 2011-04-12 03:14 EST
Recently, as if the poor rapidly aging Lilliana wasn't confused enough, she might note an increase in activity around her wagon in the south glen.

A rather large black squirrel could be noted at times from a far watching her and then disappearing into the forest. A small species of Dragon, one she might have noted upon a visit by the tall and ancient Draconian to have been sitting in perch upon his broad shoulder, could be noted in perch among the branches of trees near her wagon. His watchful eye and quiet chirps from time to time. As if he wanted to move in closer but was hesitant.

An unusual sky ship could be noted over the southern glen more often recently as well. Seen upon the glow of Rhydin's moons above.

CherubicMagic

Date: 2011-04-12 14:58 EST
Awash in a swollen sea of memories both old an new, the rapidly aging witchling had indeed been taking a keener notice to the world around her, not only immediate, but afar. Between her work in the Red Dragon on wednesdays, her aimless treks to help gear her thinking, her errands about the city, and her constant aid to Dean, Lilliana had become intensely aware of certain shapes that seemed to reoccur more often than others...

A squirrel, while commonplace in a forest or glen and something she saw several of on a daily basis, among all the colors and breeds. Well. Black was certainly unusual. Even for such a realm.

A dragon, while also commonplace, was something she saw quite often during her travels between the town and the safe, welcome haven of her wagon. But such a small, eager creature choosing her particular shadow to haunt and chirp after. Well. That was certainly unusual as well.

An airship, while not quite commonplace, was one of many miraculous concoctions of man to soar through the sky both over the city itself and the roiling landscapes from the proud mountains of Yasou, to the faraway edges of Land's End. Stars End. Suspicion arose in the buxom, but given how these little oddities haloed her person but never quite interfered or intruded, she began to pay them less a mind; the way one might a patch of flowers they bustled by on their way out the door to complete their usual business. Casual observance, mild interest, but nothing of foreboding consequence or disquiet concern.

Nevertheless, those molten eyes found themselves looking every day once the sun rose. Each new day was a new year, and each one brought with them a fresh wave of that seemingly never-ending sea of remembrance. With a fuzzy head and an aching heart, Lilliana smiled to herself slightly as the foolish thought of being watched over passing through her busy thoughts.

After all, who really cared that much about her here in the strange Rhydin Realm to take keep such a wide, queer set of eyes after her?

Zev Zayveon

Date: 2011-04-14 04:54 EST
Is it not easier to keep of a watchful eye when the subject is right before you?

Indeed, it is.


A few interesting thoughts perked forth and as the growing Lilliana spoke of several things, things she'd not spoken of before even upon her normal age, Lord Zayveon put them to the small pile of information he had on the Gypsy.

Resting now, down the long hall of his manor, the Gypsy was fast asleep. No doubt just the fact of having to grow up in such a short time was tiresome. Let alone the days events. At the other end of the hall upstairs, laid Zayveon's study. A place of curious mystery for many. Clawed fingertips tapped to a book open and laid upon the long oak table. Taller then your average table. Constructed for his height indeed. Several other books of various wear and tear' laid upon the table. As did that of goblets, vials and an assortment of unique bowls with odd inscriptions. So much upon his plate, as the saying goes. From that of The Lysandros Syndicate matters, to The Legion and in turn recent events set in motion in and around the city. Memories have flooded his thoughts recently. The past and present blurring at times and causing more then a headache for the ancient Draconian. That was how it was though, wasn't it? When things you cared about, things that mattered were threatened and close to danger's path.

Zayveon perked an eye ridge as a small dragon species, one of red named Burner, landed upon his right shoulder. "Hm? Easy there. She's down the hall in one of the guest rooms, Burner. No staying out late tonight for you in the south glen, yes? Rest easy this night, Lilliana is here sleeping. Be mindful and don't jolt' her in the morning if you please? She's been through a lot and then some. Her body as her mind needs rest. Come.. you can help me with this potion."

CherubicMagic

Date: 2011-04-15 12:51 EST
Sleeping had been a chore Lilliana hadn't quite been anticipating. There was dried bits of blood that still needed cleaning, and her blouse certainly needed changing as well before she slipped into the sheets for the night. Were she home, or...

'If I could remember.' The thought whispered bitterly past.

If Lilli could remember, she'd be able to just strip down nude and sleep without care. But she couldn't, and thusly wouldn't, so the task of finding something to sleep in was added to her list. The room had been lavish, just like the entire sprawl of Lord Zayveon's manor; at least what she'd seen. Her eyes were just so heavy and aching for sleep, and her shoulder throbbed indignantly, adding to the weight of her already shuddering lids. Shaking her head set the tired red head straight enough that she managed to rifled through, carefully mind you, a large wardrobe chest on the other side of the room. She paused however upon reaching it, though not because she had qualms with opening such in what was essentially a stranger's home, but because she felt the barest warmth of magic coursing through the elegant wooden piece. Once she worked up enough brass to actually open the doors, Lilliana couldn't suppress the gasp that crawled up and out through her lips.

"Oh dear Goddess..." It was a wardrobe full of clothing... for her. All of it. down to the very last pair of low cut bloomers and the spool of fresh corset cording. The tonnage of her and Lord Zayveon's conversation crashed down on her all over again, and with a shaking hand, she managed to pull a fresh long-blouse from the freestanding closet before closing the door with a delicate click and turning back around towards the bed...

In the morning she was gone.

Probably not before the great Lord himself woke, but before the bulk of his household could. Cookie would have to take her apologies some other time. Perhaps when she was older and could actually remember her connections with the draconian lord. Unfortunately for the twenty five year old gypsy witch it was a bit too gritty, and a bit too unsettling. Feeling a pang in her heart she could barely refrain from forming a sound, she slipped out through the manor's doors out into the chilly morning air and began a fleet-footed run back towards the Red Dragon Inn. She'd left someone behind there she couldn't quite dislodge from her turbulent mind.

Had the gypsy not been so put off and desperately worried about her own possible future, she might have realized her night's sleep had been the most peaceful she'd had since the whole aging fiasco.