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Post by Conwenna Anwyl on Jan 19, 2006 20:01:51 GMT -5
The light of an early dawn shone off the straw-colored hair of a girl who stood just within the gates of the town. She had stopped as though compelled to inaction, as though the city had willed her away.
It hadn't. One foot slid curiously forward, and Conwenna Anwyl entered. Her gray eyes flicked back and forth, taking in the splendor quickly and cursorily, as though it would be too much for her to handle if she looked too closely.
She had been called a homely girl by many, but perhaps it was because none had looked closely enough to realize that if she'd smiled, she might have been somewhat pleasant to look at. Her features were hard and sharp, her skin smooth and unwrinkled like a mask. If she had, in fact, been amazed by what she saw, no one would have been able to tell just by looking at her. For Conwenna, deadpan wasn't a skill. It was a state of being.
Moving sharply, her angular elbows gouging the air around her, the girl swung her sack down from its place behind her shoulderblades and sat directly on the hard-packed dirt at her feet, leaning up against the stone of the grand archway she had just passed through. With slow, measured movements, she took a loaf of bread and a canteen out of her bag and began to eat. She moved as though she had all the time in the world.
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Post by taliesin on Jan 19, 2006 21:14:25 GMT -5
Taliesin trotted in on his horse after his morning ride. It wasn’t a particularly wondrous horse as it was actually an old farm horse from his uncle that had passed way and the horse had to go somewhere so after pleading with his parents they at last considered it. The horse was a sturdy little thing well in horse standards and grey… her name was Wilma after Taliesin’s aunt. Yet despite the horse’s short comings to Taliesin he was a War horse and as impressive as any of the knights mounts. The short comings of the horse reflected that of the master, Taliesin was rather short and since at this point it was his sixteenth year it was doubtful he would grow anymore. He had also been born into one of the poorer society and worked in his fathers shoe maker shop… yet all he wished to be was to be a hero as his father had often said everyone always wants to be on top only a few get to the stage of hero yet you never hear about the failures and so that was his life big dreams with to little prospects. It was as he was prancing in as if a victorious knight coming back from battle he noticed a new face near the city gate. He had always had an issue of curiosity and often liked to know most of the residents’ names so jumping off Wilma and pulling her reins to catch up with the strange.
“So new here, the names Taliesin”
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Post by Conwenna Anwyl on Jan 20, 2006 3:36:23 GMT -5
Conwenna looked up sharply when she heard the boy's feet hit the ground in front of her and watched him step closer to her. For a moment, she didn't know what to make of the stranger and his imminent approach, but she managed to gather herself in time to save face.
Tucking away the half-eaten loaf of bread into her sack, the girl stood in front of Talessin. She had never been a particularly tall or graceful girl, but she found that she was, in fact, looking down in order to meet the boy's eyes. She found it somewhat amusing, but her face betrayed no sign of emotion. It was as blank and untelling as ever.
"I am Conwenna Anwyl," she introduced herself with an outstretched hand. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Talessin."
If nothing else, the ascetic girl knew the value of politesse.
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Post by taliesin on Jan 20, 2006 6:22:28 GMT -5
Taliesin bowed down trying to give off an air of gentry but it only turned out to be one of utter embarrassment. But he still grinned.
“So what’s your business here in this fair city, market place or perhaps aiming to fulfill a secret dream, I’m going to be a Heroic knight once I get a place within the militia but at the moment I’m a apprentice shoe maker… but don’t let that fool you really I’m destined for something more” He laughed as tugging Wilma away from a near by civilian for she was trying to eat their hair.
“So would you like a tour, or I could lead you to the local tavern…. Me pa would box me ears if he found out I was drinking thou… his a little like that”
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Post by Conwenna Anwyl on Jan 20, 2006 13:55:28 GMT -5
Conwenna nearly smiled. The boy amused her. Looking at him, she suddenly realized how little she'd known of the world before she'd set out for Avaren. She'd never had a friend outside of her books, outside of her God.
"It seems we have something in common," she began slowly. "Big dreams, and a long and difficult path to follow. You see ..."
And she paused for a moment, wondering what the best way to describe her dream would be. Would he think her childish, naive?
"Well," she continued, her voice barely audible, "you see, I wish to study magic." Her gaze had dropped to her feet, and she felt certain that her cheeks were quickly reddening.
"But, who knows?" she added quickly. "First I must find employment, a means to support my dream. I must start from there."
Regaining her calm, cool air, she lifted her head up again to meet his eyes. Was he offering his friendship? She had no way of knowing.
"I have never been to a tavern before," she admitted.
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Post by taliesin on Jan 20, 2006 18:54:31 GMT -5
Taliesin smiled as he heard of her wish to become a mage. Money was always the problem; people with it could become whatever they wished yet those that didn’t have it ended up following in family businesses.
“This is cool you can fry evil doers from a distance as I slash away with my sword. It would be a great team.” He laughed. “Perhaps I can help try to find you a job, it wouldn’t be a pretty one but it would be work, but let us discuss this over ale…. I’ll be in trouble anyway cause I’m late for work so how much more can I get into for skipping it. Just let me take Wilma to the stable… oh I forgot to introduce you This Conwenna is Wilma my War horse… if you have a good imagination. Wilma meet Conwenna, don’t worry she doesn’t bite, may try to eat your hair but other than that as meek as a kitten”
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Post by Conwenna Anwyl on Jan 21, 2006 19:02:13 GMT -5
"It sounds like a wonderful team to me, too," Conwenna responded, with a hint of a smile curling her lips that was gone as quickly as it had appeared. For a fleeting moment, she wondered whether she would ever be able to return one of the boy's smiles with a genuine one of her own.
"Yes, we shall discuss it over ale," the girl responded. "Although I have never had any before. But I did come here for a new life, did I not?" She supposed that a bit of a drink wouldn't do much harm, if any.
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