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Post by Lucca on Mar 1, 2010 23:35:59 GMT -5
The answer wasn't promising...but she supposed that it was the best she could hope for. He...didn't know about this sort of magic. She should have expected that. "Oh," she said quietly, ears drooping in a clear sign of sadness. Especially now that, though she hadn't yet realized it, the sudden forward rush had indeed thrown her hood back, exposing the face that was so unlike that of any Card...the long ears...
She only half looked up at his advice, grateful for the fact he offered it, but at the same time... "I wouldn't know where to find them," she said softly, and continued in a voice softer still, barely above a whisper. "What would my Father-Jack think? To seek out such Leverets..."
True, she wouldn't be doing it as an act of rebellion. Though the thought had crossed her mind before...to run away, disappear, leave the structured life of the Warren behind her. It was a shameful thought, and she always bled herself after she had such fantasies, however brief.
She sighed, feeling suddenly small and weak...she didn't deserve this Card's help, and yet he was kind...she didn't think she'd ever met a kinder creature...or at least, not many of them. She shook her head quickly. "No, no n-never mind my questions...you've been very helpful. I'm sorry to have...mistaken you..." She felt the hot burn of a blush on her cheeks, and a slight tingle on her back as her magical cuts began to bleed, getting the back of her cloak slightly wet. She only let them do so for a moment, of course...control was a lesson she'd had to learn. Moderation in everything, including punishment for breaches of duty.
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Post by The Jenn on Mar 13, 2010 20:31:52 GMT -5
"Far be it from me to presume to know the mind of a Jack," Rasha murmured with an ironic note to his voice. He had been berated for presuming such before, the Jacks in question disoriented or disbelieving or simply belligerent at their fate. He dealt with them as best he could.
Leverets were often easier, though the elders of their ranks proved more canny than most. Some didn't appreciate being greeted by a Card at their end, while others found it fascinating. They often made good conversation. "Unfortunately, I do not know the present location of the Leveret elders, else I would direct you to them. I should think they would find you more interesting than not, though of course, I could be wrong. Every individual is different. But please do not fret, young Leveret. Simply take every day as it comes. Replace your hood and I will lead you out of the Card city."
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Post by Lucca on Mar 14, 2010 0:15:10 GMT -5
Myth said nothing in response to the muttered statement about Jacks, though she privately agreed. It was so hard for her to see a Jack as anything but a scary unknown, a leader that you needed to both please and placate, both serve and be out of the way of. She'd had little contact with one, even her own Father, but that was as it should be. She was only a Leveret, and only if her presence was wanted, then would she go to them. Otherwise she would attempt to be neither seen nor heard, passing about and completely her duties like a ghost slipping in and out of the rooms of the sleeping; silent, formless, faceless.
If only she could succeed at this as well as she thought she should!
She shook her head, tears stinging her eyes again. "No, no it is not your fault, do not be sorry," she assured him. "You've been so kind to me already I...I have no way to repay you..." Trembling, small grey paws moved to replace her hood, covering up her incriminating ears so she could pass safely through the city. After all, she'd done it before.
She also, though she didn't like to think of it, had her ability to use, if she got into trouble...and it had saved her more than once, though it left a bitter taste on her tongue every time...
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Post by The Jenn on Jul 3, 2010 18:59:54 GMT -5
"Payment is unnecessary for all but one journey, young one, and this is not that road. Life is often far more arduous than what comes after. It would be my pleasure to lead you to the relative safety of the city's walls, and I hope that the rest of your travels find you in better spirits."
Slowly and with an air of unconcerned attentiveness, Raja led the girl from their alley hiding place and through the paths he knew so well. This city, with its complicated history and teeming population, occupied much of his attention. He knew it even more intimately after Lior's years spent wandering the city like a frail white ghost in black.
He tended towards alleys he visited less often, as he had ordinarily found himself needed in the more dangerous areas. On several occasions, he turned to look at potential troublemakers long before they could approach the odd pair. It disuaded any sort of pursuit, thankfully, as the scavengers chose less alert and unnerving prey.
After what probably seemed like hours to the poor girl, they reached the slums on the outermost edge of the Outer Bazaar, beyond which stretched the road she would only want to follow for a very short distance.
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Post by Lucca on Jul 5, 2010 10:33:37 GMT -5
Mythiril found she wanted so badly to say something, anything else, in response to his dark, but sweet words. Was he speaking of death? It came as less of a shock to her than it might have, on another night and in a brighter, safer place. Death seemed to hover most closely about her in the alleys of the Capital, though the strange spirit that haunted her dreams was a constant reminder of that eventual fate.
In the end, the little Leveret simply couldn't manage more than a choked sob, and then she had to bound to keep up with the long strides of her savior. She kept her eyes down and her hood up, trying to pass as inconspicuously as a shadow, skiting streetlights where she could.
She couldn't tell how much time had passed in that dark space, the endless walk out of danger and into that lonely night. At least, by the time she got back to the Warren, it would probably be dawn, and she could pretend she'd been asleep and this was all a dream. It was preferable to her actual dreams, now. They'd been getting more vivid lately, and Myth was afraid. She'd drink a cup of tea and fake a smile, hiding the dark circles under her eyes and going about her duties, and the day would be spent in much the manner of any other.
Upon reaching the edge of the slums, she looked up at the large bird, hesitant. "Is this where we part ways, then, Sir?"
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Post by The Jenn on Jul 6, 2010 14:22:59 GMT -5
Rasha looked down, gold eyes meeting her frightened gaze, and gave a slight nod. "Yes, I believe it is. You would know where to take yourself from this point better than I. Keep yourself safe and live a long life. You won't know what you've lost until it's gone. We will meet again, however. I promise you that with all the certainty in the world. I will ask you, when we do, if you have lived a satisfying life. My hope is that you will say 'yes'. But until that day, take care."
The best advice he could offer her without giving too much away. It already said more than it probably should, but no sane being would put it together as it truly was. He had met those who might. She did not seem the type.
He offered her a bow, wings outstretched and hands carefully palm-up in front of him. Truly, he wished her well. Then he turned back the way they'd come and slowly drifted away.
((If you wish to throw up one more post, please feel free. Or we can end it here. ^_^))
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Post by Lucca on Jul 6, 2010 17:43:52 GMT -5
Myth nodded, ears flat against her head under her hood. She...could do this. After all, she'd done it before. Several times. But the comfort it had been to have even a silent companion walking beside her...it had been nice. She'd felt oddly safe. But her duty came before her safety, and she needed to return to the Warren. Blue eyes turned in confusion, though, at the Card's words. Why did he sound so very sure they'd meet again? It wasn't like she ever planned on going back to that alley again, though she WOULD return to the Capital, she was sure. Could that be what he meant? But with so many different beings in the Capital, what were the odds on one Rabbit and one Card ever crossing paths again?
"You...you too," she finally replied, unsure what else to say to the remark. She watched as he moved silently into the shadows, and then turned to start on the long road home. By the time she made it back to the Warren, she was exhausted, worn out, and not entirely sure her encounter with the strange Card wasn't just a dream.
If so, she hoped she had it again. It was better than the dreams of the Squirrel sobbing. Maybe that Bird had been...her dream guardian! It didn't make any sense, and Myth knew it was one of her sillier fantasies, but it made her smile.
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