(Taken from RDI room play on 01.01.13. Thank you to all that contributed! :) )
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As cold as the day and night had been, she did not expect it to end with such warmth.
For the gentle hearted woman, Tinker, spoken with earlier in the Red Dragon Inn, s?jira had agreed to make her a cloak. There was need for supplies since threads, needles and cloth were in short supply and the markets had not been visited recently.
In the wake of that errand, the small one was returning to the inn.
Thoughts had strayed a time or two on memories along the way, as often they did. But they did not openly pain her as much anymore. It had been years, though deeply within heart and soul they were still borne.
Amber was at the bar and tending, about to take her leave and Kitty was just coming in to take over that shift when s?jira made her way into the walls of the establishment. A few moments of gentle things were said and Katt offered to her a belated Merry Holiday gift of a sewing box of wood to put her needles, threads, and more within.
It was then that Kitty called attention to s?jira, to the stairs known to lead to the inn?s second level and there attention had turned. Shock was an understatement, for pain and joy were hers in a near-drowning, slamming wave against her.
She did not remember dropping the mug of cider that the dwarven Amber had made for her, though it was mentioned later. Then time was briefly lost, and consciousness with it when she fell into a heap of flesh and cloth to the flooring.
When she woke from it, harsh words from Kitty were being hurled at someone and she was being rested bodily to the couch that was not Icer?s, hearthside by the taloned woman.
Surely, she had dreamed it. The lands had ways of playing tricks upon the mind, of snatching forms up by the Nexus, of time slipping differently here and there. But when she heard his voice, she knew it to be him: Panther.
Soon they were in talk with one another, with Katt?s encouragement to follow and in the wake of Kitty?s threats to throttle him good.
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As cold as the day and night had been, she did not expect it to end with such warmth.
For the gentle hearted woman, Tinker, spoken with earlier in the Red Dragon Inn, s?jira had agreed to make her a cloak. There was need for supplies since threads, needles and cloth were in short supply and the markets had not been visited recently.
In the wake of that errand, the small one was returning to the inn.
Thoughts had strayed a time or two on memories along the way, as often they did. But they did not openly pain her as much anymore. It had been years, though deeply within heart and soul they were still borne.
Amber was at the bar and tending, about to take her leave and Kitty was just coming in to take over that shift when s?jira made her way into the walls of the establishment. A few moments of gentle things were said and Katt offered to her a belated Merry Holiday gift of a sewing box of wood to put her needles, threads, and more within.
It was then that Kitty called attention to s?jira, to the stairs known to lead to the inn?s second level and there attention had turned. Shock was an understatement, for pain and joy were hers in a near-drowning, slamming wave against her.
She did not remember dropping the mug of cider that the dwarven Amber had made for her, though it was mentioned later. Then time was briefly lost, and consciousness with it when she fell into a heap of flesh and cloth to the flooring.
When she woke from it, harsh words from Kitty were being hurled at someone and she was being rested bodily to the couch that was not Icer?s, hearthside by the taloned woman.
Surely, she had dreamed it. The lands had ways of playing tricks upon the mind, of snatching forms up by the Nexus, of time slipping differently here and there. But when she heard his voice, she knew it to be him: Panther.
Soon they were in talk with one another, with Katt?s encouragement to follow and in the wake of Kitty?s threats to throttle him good.