08-14-2018, 10:53 PM
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Within her home it is during one of her quiet moments that the voice reaches her, attention drawn away from the book she had been reading, the name unfamiliar to her. For a time she wondered briefly if she might simply leave it be, allow another to speak with this stranger before she uttered a sigh, closing the book with a snap. There would be time enough later. Though once nothing more than a temporary stop off she was something more now, a Hearthkeeper, though it seemed a meaningless title to her, one which held no sway but she allowed herself to slip further into this gentle, slow life. Raising the serval jumped from her chair and moved onto the boardwalks, giving one last glance over her shoulder to the arm chair she had set upon her covered porch.
Approaching the pair the faint ghost of a smile curls about pale lips as Ishayu passes her gaze over both, what seems a touch of fondness briefly flickering across her features as she looks upon Jericho, though it holds nothing once she turns her attention to Ilijas. Though indeed Ishayu had grown fond of the Helion, he had done much and expected so little in return, a kind soul as she had never met before, this man was offered no kindness for he was an unknown, the maroon eyes narrowed as she wondered why he hesitated to give him name. A slip of the tongue maybe but it was strange to begin one only to give another, his confusion enough to withhold the question for the moment.
“Greetings, I don't believe we have met, I am Ishayu,” she spoke with a light tone, thinking better of speaking her position as some she had come across had. If this Ilijas cared to know he was free to ask but she took little pride in flaunting what Jericho had been kind enough to give her.
Within her home it is during one of her quiet moments that the voice reaches her, attention drawn away from the book she had been reading, the name unfamiliar to her. For a time she wondered briefly if she might simply leave it be, allow another to speak with this stranger before she uttered a sigh, closing the book with a snap. There would be time enough later. Though once nothing more than a temporary stop off she was something more now, a Hearthkeeper, though it seemed a meaningless title to her, one which held no sway but she allowed herself to slip further into this gentle, slow life. Raising the serval jumped from her chair and moved onto the boardwalks, giving one last glance over her shoulder to the arm chair she had set upon her covered porch.
Approaching the pair the faint ghost of a smile curls about pale lips as Ishayu passes her gaze over both, what seems a touch of fondness briefly flickering across her features as she looks upon Jericho, though it holds nothing once she turns her attention to Ilijas. Though indeed Ishayu had grown fond of the Helion, he had done much and expected so little in return, a kind soul as she had never met before, this man was offered no kindness for he was an unknown, the maroon eyes narrowed as she wondered why he hesitated to give him name. A slip of the tongue maybe but it was strange to begin one only to give another, his confusion enough to withhold the question for the moment.
“Greetings, I don't believe we have met, I am Ishayu,” she spoke with a light tone, thinking better of speaking her position as some she had come across had. If this Ilijas cared to know he was free to ask but she took little pride in flaunting what Jericho had been kind enough to give her.
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the wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
[div style="font-size:8pt;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:-10px"][color=#000]drunk & driven by the devil's hunger, drive your son like a railroad spike