Fayane walked the streets of Marn, wearing only her everyday clothing. It was a national holiday in Thar Shaddin, Fayane just couldn't remember the name of it. All she knew was that there were beings of all races drunk, stoned and happy as can be. There were people passed out on the streets, but they were ignored by the cheerful populace.
Weaving around a particularly intimate couple Fayane decided she was glad she had been intelligent enough to stuff some cotton in her overly sensitive ears, as she would have had the mother of all headaches by now. The noise was astounding. Cheers, shouts, cat-calls and musical instruments of all sorts rang through the air. Oh yes... Fayane was glad she had stuffed cotton in her ears.
Tired of being bumped in the crowded streets, Fay moved her way down an alley, letting loose a content sigh as she pulled the cotton loose from her ears after traveling a safe distance. Though what she would do now... she did not know.
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Shivering in the cold, huddled next to a heap of trash, Isaac pondered where he went wrong. Was it his own folly that lead him here, half-naked in the alley of a strange town? Perhaps it would've been wiser to purchase clothes that were more travel-worthy than his father's expensive three-piece suit, but Isaac seldom dared to visit the clothiers of the lower class. It wasn't his fault good taste was hardwired into his genes. But unfortunately, his muggers shared his taste. That or they knew they could get a fair bishani for every article of clothing he had on him. He considered himself lucky that they were generous enough to leave him his undergarments, although his braies did little to shield him from the cold.
He heard someone moving down the alleyway. He instinctively picked up a large rusted cooking pot lid, and used it to conceal his lower torso. From behind the scrap heap, he called out to the stranger. "Um, excuse me, sir. Could you perhaps lend me a hand? I seem to be without garment, and seeing as the streets are more populated than usual this evening, I can not leave this alleyway. Do you think you could do me a small favor?" he asked, red faced and embarrassed.
He heard someone moving down the alleyway. He instinctively picked up a large rusted cooking pot lid, and used it to conceal his lower torso. From behind the scrap heap, he called out to the stranger. "Um, excuse me, sir. Could you perhaps lend me a hand? I seem to be without garment, and seeing as the streets are more populated than usual this evening, I can not leave this alleyway. Do you think you could do me a small favor?" he asked, red faced and embarrassed.
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Fay was about to turn and head back into the crowd, when she heard a timid call from behind a random scrap-heap.
"Um, excuse me, sir. Could you perhaps lend me a hand? I seem to be without garment, and seeing as the streets are more populated than usual this evening, I can not leave this alleyway. Do you think you could do me a small favor?" Fay blinked. Sir? Goodness and she thought she had a light step... Moving so she now stood in front of the poor half-naked male she smiled a small smile.
"I would love to help you..." She saw the young man shiver and frowned. "You're freezing. Take this." Without thinking Fay stripped herself of her cloak and held it to the young man. Waiting for him to take it she eyed him up. He wasn't exactly well-built, though she'd be a fool to call him scrawny. No... the word she'd use would be, well, frail... Though he was attractive as far as human males went. Sure he wasn't rugged or anything, yes she'd seen better looking men, but there was something about the simplicity of his looks that was...well...relieving almost. Noticing his slight hesitation Fay smiled.
"Please be calm, you have nothing to fear. My name is Fayane Tyme, though you may call me Fay if you so desire." Fay murmured, trying to be somewhat soothing. The poor guy was probably just mugged...
"Now what is it that you require? I shall assist you to the best of my abilities... or perhaps in this case, wallet?"
"Um, excuse me, sir. Could you perhaps lend me a hand? I seem to be without garment, and seeing as the streets are more populated than usual this evening, I can not leave this alleyway. Do you think you could do me a small favor?" Fay blinked. Sir? Goodness and she thought she had a light step... Moving so she now stood in front of the poor half-naked male she smiled a small smile.
"I would love to help you..." She saw the young man shiver and frowned. "You're freezing. Take this." Without thinking Fay stripped herself of her cloak and held it to the young man. Waiting for him to take it she eyed him up. He wasn't exactly well-built, though she'd be a fool to call him scrawny. No... the word she'd use would be, well, frail... Though he was attractive as far as human males went. Sure he wasn't rugged or anything, yes she'd seen better looking men, but there was something about the simplicity of his looks that was...well...relieving almost. Noticing his slight hesitation Fay smiled.
"Please be calm, you have nothing to fear. My name is Fayane Tyme, though you may call me Fay if you so desire." Fay murmured, trying to be somewhat soothing. The poor guy was probably just mugged...
"Now what is it that you require? I shall assist you to the best of my abilities... or perhaps in this case, wallet?"
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Metarie leaned casually against a nearby tree, arms crossed. She wore her usual trousers, doctor's coat, and modest top. Sensible, flat-heeled boots finished her oh-so-sensible ensemble. A very large dog with coarse, grey hair sprawled by her feet. The dog rested its head upon its feet. Both dog and owner watched the people as they wandered by.
As Metarie watched, she imagined the Captain had tight lines etching the corners of his mouth. Festival days meant extra shifts for everyone on the guard and at the hospital. Mainly because, Festival days brought excess out in most people -- too much food, too much drink, and reckless behavior. The Festival had not been on for very long when Metarie received her first patient. A ball throw gone awry resulted in a cut forehead and an almost broken nose. Thankfully, that person allowed her to use her healing magic to quickly remedy the injury.
The tall canopy of the tree marked the location of the medical services tent. The tent was large and white. Within one would find a medical attendant, three tables, several chairs, and a few military style cots with small pillows. Blankets were folded and sat on top of the pillows. The medical attendant sat at one of the tables, reading a book and taking notes. Metarie had taken the first shift. As a descendant of a first settler, she was required to participate in the parade and the evenings events.
Metarie sighed internally as a young elvish boy ran up to her and greeted her formally. She was bid to come for her fitting. When she arrived at the Farlithasen house, what seemed like a dozen elvish women descended upon her, decorating her as artistically as they had the carriage in which she' would ride. Her auburn hair had been pulled up and back from her face and left to fall down the back of her head in artful tendrils and spirals. A diadem, intricately carved to resemble fern fronds, kept the hair from falling back into her face. A soft, golden powder had been carefully applied to her cheek bones, the edges of her ears, and eyelids. A liquid liner accentuated the shape of her upper eyelids and her eye lashes. By the time the women had finished, the make up effect was stunning. She looked lustrous and only the sheen on her cheeks, eyelids, and tips of her pointed ears indicated she wore any makeup. The sensation, though, was like she was wearing a mask. And, in this role, she supposed she was.
A nude colored under-dress was snug on the top and floated lightly around her long legs. Her arms were left bare, but for the golden powder deftly applied to the tops of her shoulders. The over-dress was semi-opaque and a pattern of curling fern fronds decorated it. When the fabric moved, the pattern rippled as if the wind blew gently through the leaves. A girdle, carved to match the diadem, accentuated her waist and sat lightly against her lower ribs and the tops of her hips. Supple, brown boots rose to her knees encased her feet and calves.
As the parade began at the end of Main street, a fife and drum corp played. Metarie had to admit the music roused something within her. The armor of the guardsmen had been cleaned and polished to a high shine. The captain rode his white horse, leading the guardsmen. His body language showed that he took his job seriously. Considering the people within the parade, he had to be doubly sure nothing happened. Following the honor guard and judges, came the Battle Mages, then representatives of the first families of Marn rode in open, horse drawn carriages. On each side of the carriages, guardsmen marched. The ones with her carriage were also Elves and carried the standards for Marn and Darleone.
Earlier, staged re-enactments of key events in Eyropean and Marnian history occurred. Jugglers, musicians, food and drink were be in abundance for the whole day. Vendors hawked their wares. As with every year, rumors of the Lord of Kaledin manor attending the Guardsmen's Ball circulated. Metarie doubted he would show, but she wondered if he would all the same. She also wondered what excuse the Captain of the Guard would find this year to avoid attending the Ball. Metarie had known the Captain for at least thirteen years and for every year he'd been Captain, that story had never changed. Ah, the joy of Founder's Day.
As Metarie watched, she imagined the Captain had tight lines etching the corners of his mouth. Festival days meant extra shifts for everyone on the guard and at the hospital. Mainly because, Festival days brought excess out in most people -- too much food, too much drink, and reckless behavior. The Festival had not been on for very long when Metarie received her first patient. A ball throw gone awry resulted in a cut forehead and an almost broken nose. Thankfully, that person allowed her to use her healing magic to quickly remedy the injury.
The tall canopy of the tree marked the location of the medical services tent. The tent was large and white. Within one would find a medical attendant, three tables, several chairs, and a few military style cots with small pillows. Blankets were folded and sat on top of the pillows. The medical attendant sat at one of the tables, reading a book and taking notes. Metarie had taken the first shift. As a descendant of a first settler, she was required to participate in the parade and the evenings events.
Metarie sighed internally as a young elvish boy ran up to her and greeted her formally. She was bid to come for her fitting. When she arrived at the Farlithasen house, what seemed like a dozen elvish women descended upon her, decorating her as artistically as they had the carriage in which she' would ride. Her auburn hair had been pulled up and back from her face and left to fall down the back of her head in artful tendrils and spirals. A diadem, intricately carved to resemble fern fronds, kept the hair from falling back into her face. A soft, golden powder had been carefully applied to her cheek bones, the edges of her ears, and eyelids. A liquid liner accentuated the shape of her upper eyelids and her eye lashes. By the time the women had finished, the make up effect was stunning. She looked lustrous and only the sheen on her cheeks, eyelids, and tips of her pointed ears indicated she wore any makeup. The sensation, though, was like she was wearing a mask. And, in this role, she supposed she was.
A nude colored under-dress was snug on the top and floated lightly around her long legs. Her arms were left bare, but for the golden powder deftly applied to the tops of her shoulders. The over-dress was semi-opaque and a pattern of curling fern fronds decorated it. When the fabric moved, the pattern rippled as if the wind blew gently through the leaves. A girdle, carved to match the diadem, accentuated her waist and sat lightly against her lower ribs and the tops of her hips. Supple, brown boots rose to her knees encased her feet and calves.
As the parade began at the end of Main street, a fife and drum corp played. Metarie had to admit the music roused something within her. The armor of the guardsmen had been cleaned and polished to a high shine. The captain rode his white horse, leading the guardsmen. His body language showed that he took his job seriously. Considering the people within the parade, he had to be doubly sure nothing happened. Following the honor guard and judges, came the Battle Mages, then representatives of the first families of Marn rode in open, horse drawn carriages. On each side of the carriages, guardsmen marched. The ones with her carriage were also Elves and carried the standards for Marn and Darleone.
Earlier, staged re-enactments of key events in Eyropean and Marnian history occurred. Jugglers, musicians, food and drink were be in abundance for the whole day. Vendors hawked their wares. As with every year, rumors of the Lord of Kaledin manor attending the Guardsmen's Ball circulated. Metarie doubted he would show, but she wondered if he would all the same. She also wondered what excuse the Captain of the Guard would find this year to avoid attending the Ball. Metarie had known the Captain for at least thirteen years and for every year he'd been Captain, that story had never changed. Ah, the joy of Founder's Day.
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As the stranger offered her robe, Isaac timidly put down the pot lid as he swung the dark cloak around his shoulders. No longer self-conscious over his nudity, he was able to look upon the donor more adequately, and saw that she was in fact a young woman, probably no older than he. Just before Isaac was about to ask himself why such kind and comely looking woman would wander into an alleyway without escort, he noticed a pair of blades resting at her sides. Comforted by the fact that he no longer had anything of value, he put his apprehension aside, though he could not shake free of his curiosity.
"You have my thanks, Fay. My name is Isaac Arcott," he reached to shake her hand, but in doing so exposed himself from beneath the cloak, and thus decided to refrain from that particular formality. Blushing in the dark alley, he decided to continue speaking and hoped it went unnoticed. "I am already in your debt, but I am afraid I must ask for a bit more of your generosity." His nostrils sniffled briefly before expelling a sneeze, for which he promptly excused himself; the cold night had not been kind to his frail form. He chuckled, "Yes, I will need to borrow a bit of bishani, but you have my word that I will repay you, and you shall also be handsomely recompensed for your services if you choose to aid me.
"Would I be correct in assuming you know how to use those?" he asked, eying the pair of sharp objects equipped at her sides. "I may need protection if I am to reclaim my stolen possessions. I was just taking a shortcut to the parade when the muggers ambushed me. They must've known how much bishani that authentic Brumani(TM) jacket would score them" he mumbled. "Alas, I could not care less about the jacket. It is my journal, a worthless notebook, that I need to reclaim. What say you, will you help me Fayane?"
"You have my thanks, Fay. My name is Isaac Arcott," he reached to shake her hand, but in doing so exposed himself from beneath the cloak, and thus decided to refrain from that particular formality. Blushing in the dark alley, he decided to continue speaking and hoped it went unnoticed. "I am already in your debt, but I am afraid I must ask for a bit more of your generosity." His nostrils sniffled briefly before expelling a sneeze, for which he promptly excused himself; the cold night had not been kind to his frail form. He chuckled, "Yes, I will need to borrow a bit of bishani, but you have my word that I will repay you, and you shall also be handsomely recompensed for your services if you choose to aid me.
"Would I be correct in assuming you know how to use those?" he asked, eying the pair of sharp objects equipped at her sides. "I may need protection if I am to reclaim my stolen possessions. I was just taking a shortcut to the parade when the muggers ambushed me. They must've known how much bishani that authentic Brumani(TM) jacket would score them" he mumbled. "Alas, I could not care less about the jacket. It is my journal, a worthless notebook, that I need to reclaim. What say you, will you help me Fayane?"
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Fay had thought that perhaps the young man had had clothing beneath the little lid he had been holding. When he released the lid and swung her dark cape over her shoulders she blushed lightly, apparently his muggers had not been kind. She noticed his gaze, the vaguely confused concern then the look of surprise when he saw her father's blades.
"You have my thanks, Fay. My name is Isaac Arcott." Fay watched as he moved to shake her hand, until he noticed the level of exposure that that action caused. Even in the dark Fay could see his blush and smiled a small smile, he was certainly cute. Fay blinked, cute? What had gotten into her? Must be the festival, Fay decided.
"I am already in your debt, but I am afraid I must ask for a bit more of your generosity." He sneezed, the action making Fay wince in sympathy. He was cold, frail and well on his way to catching a cold. Poor thing...
"Yes, I will need to borrow a bit of bishani, but you have my word that I will repay you, and you shall also be handsomely recompensed for your services if you choose to aid me.
"Would I be correct in assuming you know how to use those? I may need protection if I am to reclaim my stolen possessions. I was just taking a shortcut to the parade when the muggers ambushed me. They must've known how much bishani that authentic Brumani(TM) jacket would score them Alas, I could not care less about the jacket. It is my journal, a worthless notebook, that I need to reclaim. What say you, will you help me Fayane?"
Fay's eyes softened. Of all the treasures he apparently had he desired his notebook above all things, something Fay could sympathize with. Unconsciously she reached up and fingered her mother's locket. She eyed Isaac for a moment.
"Yes I know how to wield these blades, and yes I shall assist you Mr. Arcott, however I ask for no compensation... however I will ask you come to my home and allow me to warm you with food and drink. Before we go however..." Fay hesitated. She could smell different lingering scents in the ally way, though she couldn't tell which one was Isaac's, they were all strong and recent. "I know this sounds odd, but may I smell you? You see I'm a fox shifter and should be able to track the muggers. However there are many scents, all of them very recent here... and I know not which one is your own..." Gods above she sounds creepy to her own ears! She shifted uncomfortably before noticing him shiver again. Her eyes hardened.
"But first we will get you warmed up. Come, I will take you to my home."
"You have my thanks, Fay. My name is Isaac Arcott." Fay watched as he moved to shake her hand, until he noticed the level of exposure that that action caused. Even in the dark Fay could see his blush and smiled a small smile, he was certainly cute. Fay blinked, cute? What had gotten into her? Must be the festival, Fay decided.
"I am already in your debt, but I am afraid I must ask for a bit more of your generosity." He sneezed, the action making Fay wince in sympathy. He was cold, frail and well on his way to catching a cold. Poor thing...
"Yes, I will need to borrow a bit of bishani, but you have my word that I will repay you, and you shall also be handsomely recompensed for your services if you choose to aid me.
"Would I be correct in assuming you know how to use those? I may need protection if I am to reclaim my stolen possessions. I was just taking a shortcut to the parade when the muggers ambushed me. They must've known how much bishani that authentic Brumani(TM) jacket would score them Alas, I could not care less about the jacket. It is my journal, a worthless notebook, that I need to reclaim. What say you, will you help me Fayane?"
Fay's eyes softened. Of all the treasures he apparently had he desired his notebook above all things, something Fay could sympathize with. Unconsciously she reached up and fingered her mother's locket. She eyed Isaac for a moment.
"Yes I know how to wield these blades, and yes I shall assist you Mr. Arcott, however I ask for no compensation... however I will ask you come to my home and allow me to warm you with food and drink. Before we go however..." Fay hesitated. She could smell different lingering scents in the ally way, though she couldn't tell which one was Isaac's, they were all strong and recent. "I know this sounds odd, but may I smell you? You see I'm a fox shifter and should be able to track the muggers. However there are many scents, all of them very recent here... and I know not which one is your own..." Gods above she sounds creepy to her own ears! She shifted uncomfortably before noticing him shiver again. Her eyes hardened.
"But first we will get you warmed up. Come, I will take you to my home."
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The silken over-dress was gossamer thin, falling like wisps down her front and back legs. Thankfully the day's weather was mild enough that she would not get too chilled as they traveled down Main to the City Hall. Upright citizens lined the roadway,with children on shoulders, enjoying the fanfare and celebrating pride in their home. As always, a harvest motif was included as thanks for the partnership with Shim.
When the carriage passed the hospital, Metarie couldn't help but smile and shake her head at her co-workers as they cheered when they saw her.
When the carriage passed the hospital, Metarie couldn't help but smile and shake her head at her co-workers as they cheered when they saw her.
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"You want to smell me?" It was upon Fayane's inquiry that Isaac's suspicions were confirmed. She was no ordinary girl, but then what was ordinary in this day and age. "If you feel it's necessary, then I suppose" he replied, somewhat confused. "Could it wait until I've had a bath? This heap of trash I've been holed up in hasn't been too good for my odour."
Fayane's offer to escort Isaac to her home was quite generous. So generous in fact, that it made Isaac just a little too suspicious. As he had already determined Fayane was no ordinary girl, it didn't seem a wise choice to follow this stranger to her home all by himself. Isaac had already been naive enough to wander the streets alone late at night, and he paid for it with his own embarrassment; he was not eager to make the same mistake twice. Sneezing again, he realized that his only protection from the cold at present was the cloak this woman kindly offered, and if he were to refuse her help, he'd be back where he started.
"As enticing as the prospect of warming up at your homestead sounds," it wasn't until after the words left his mouth that Isaac realized how unintentionally suggestive they sounded, "or, well, you know what I mean," his eyes averted her gaze to parry his embarrassment, "I'm not sure I can go with you all by myself. Don't take it personally, I just haven't had the best luck with strangers lately." Suddenly an idea came to him, "However, I would be willing to accept your offer, and would happily reward you as well, if I were to have some assurance that you couldn't harm me." Instead of waiting for Fayane to come up with any ideas (which may turn out to be untrustworthy) Isaac came up with his own. "I have a friend here in Marn - well, more of an acquaintance really - but if you were to find this woman and bring her with us, then I'd be a little more comfortable accepting your offer. I would've gone to her myself, but given my current wardrobe, and the fact that she's likely surrounded by hundreds of citizens, it seemed a little unwise. Again, I mean no offence, it's just that if you turn out to be a serial killer," he tried to voice his concern as teasingly and playfully as he could, despite his genuine apprehension, "then I wont have to face you alone. But of course, if she turns out to be the murderer, then I'll have my new bodyguard to defend me," he smiled. "And in the unlikely event that both of you happen to be serial killers colluding to kill me for whatever obscure reason, then at least I'll be satisfied to know I died with odds more improbable than that of being struck by lightning, twice, on the same day.
"I know it's another request upon many, but could you find her and let her know what's happened. I doubt she'd even care, but I don't really know anyone else in the city. You may know of her, her name is Metarie Sehkhara and she's a docter at the hospital. I understand she's going to be taking part in the parade somehow, but I didn't ask why. If you could just get to her and let her know that 'Isaac Arcott' needs her help, then she just might come. If she says no, then bring me a note in her handwriting, and then I'll trust that you really are on my side."
Fayane's offer to escort Isaac to her home was quite generous. So generous in fact, that it made Isaac just a little too suspicious. As he had already determined Fayane was no ordinary girl, it didn't seem a wise choice to follow this stranger to her home all by himself. Isaac had already been naive enough to wander the streets alone late at night, and he paid for it with his own embarrassment; he was not eager to make the same mistake twice. Sneezing again, he realized that his only protection from the cold at present was the cloak this woman kindly offered, and if he were to refuse her help, he'd be back where he started.
"As enticing as the prospect of warming up at your homestead sounds," it wasn't until after the words left his mouth that Isaac realized how unintentionally suggestive they sounded, "or, well, you know what I mean," his eyes averted her gaze to parry his embarrassment, "I'm not sure I can go with you all by myself. Don't take it personally, I just haven't had the best luck with strangers lately." Suddenly an idea came to him, "However, I would be willing to accept your offer, and would happily reward you as well, if I were to have some assurance that you couldn't harm me." Instead of waiting for Fayane to come up with any ideas (which may turn out to be untrustworthy) Isaac came up with his own. "I have a friend here in Marn - well, more of an acquaintance really - but if you were to find this woman and bring her with us, then I'd be a little more comfortable accepting your offer. I would've gone to her myself, but given my current wardrobe, and the fact that she's likely surrounded by hundreds of citizens, it seemed a little unwise. Again, I mean no offence, it's just that if you turn out to be a serial killer," he tried to voice his concern as teasingly and playfully as he could, despite his genuine apprehension, "then I wont have to face you alone. But of course, if she turns out to be the murderer, then I'll have my new bodyguard to defend me," he smiled. "And in the unlikely event that both of you happen to be serial killers colluding to kill me for whatever obscure reason, then at least I'll be satisfied to know I died with odds more improbable than that of being struck by lightning, twice, on the same day.
"I know it's another request upon many, but could you find her and let her know what's happened. I doubt she'd even care, but I don't really know anyone else in the city. You may know of her, her name is Metarie Sehkhara and she's a docter at the hospital. I understand she's going to be taking part in the parade somehow, but I didn't ask why. If you could just get to her and let her know that 'Isaac Arcott' needs her help, then she just might come. If she says no, then bring me a note in her handwriting, and then I'll trust that you really are on my side."
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"You want to smell me?" Fay blushed, she couldn't help it! Yes the request was odd but she had given her reasons... "If you feel it's necessary, then I suppose" he replied, somewhat confused. "Could it wait until I've had a bath? This heap of trash I've been holed up in hasn't been too good for my odour." Fay choked and tried not to giggle. This man most definitely needed a bath - and not just for the scent's sake. He was shivering and sneezing - a hot bath would warm him. Fay was about to agree to lend him her bath as well and he interrupted.
"As enticing as the prospect of warming up at your homestead sounds, or, well, you know what I mean," his eyes averted her gaze to parry his embarrassment, "I'm not sure I can go with you all by myself. Don't take it personally, I just haven't had the best luck with strangers lately." Fay Fay blushed harder when she realized how the wording made that sound. Certainly that was not what he meant as he politely tried to recover that sentence, but even still -- even still what? Fay nibbled her bottom lip in thought, why wasn't she so against it as she should be?
"However," Fay's attention snapped back to him, not sure why she was feeling hopeful. "I would be willing to accept your offer, and would happily reward you as well, if I were to have some assurance that you couldn't harm me." Fay blinked, shocked. Harm him?!? Why would she? Because you're not normal. Fay's thought hit like a ton of bricks. Her gaze appeared to be normal, calm, even easy going, but there was a war going on behind them. She didn't want to scare poor Isaac - she'd only wanted to help him. But she wasn't normal. She flinched inwardly. Hadn't her Father said the same thing over and over? She mentally squashed the idea. No Isaac was only looking out for himself - something Fay could respect and trust. So she continued to listen.
"I have a friend here in Marn - well, more of an acquaintance really - but if you were to find this woman and bring her with us, then I'd be a little more comfortable accepting your offer. I would've gone to her myself, but given my current wardrobe, and the fact that she's likely surrounded by hundreds of citizens, it seemed a little unwise. Again, I mean no offence, it's just that if you turn out to be a serial killer,"His voice was teasing, he meant her no offence. Fay smiled, her eyes dancing. So he was afraid of her - then again anyone in their right mind would be... she snapped back to attention to listen to him.
"then I wont have to face you alone. But of course, if she turns out to be the murderer, then I'll have my new bodyguard to defend me," he smiled. "And in the unlikely event that both of you happen to be serial killers colluding to kill me for whatever obscure reason, then at least I'll be satisfied to know I died with odds more improbable than that of being struck by lightning, twice, on the same day.
"I know it's another request upon many, but could you find her and let her know what's happened. I doubt she'd even care, but I don't really know anyone else in the city. You may know of her, her name is Metarie Sehkhara and she's a docter at the hospital. I understand she's going to be taking part in the parade somehow, but I didn't ask why. If you could just get to her and let her know that 'Isaac Arcott' needs her help, then she just might come. If she says no, then bring me a note in her handwriting, and then I'll trust that you really are on my side."
Fay blinked, Metarie? She didn't know the woman personally as she had never been to the hospital for more than to drop off a harmed citizen or pick up a criminal, but she knew one thing - Metarie would smell of the hospital. Fay's eyes glittered with amusement (why was she so happy?) this wouldn't be hard at all!
"Very well Isaac. I can understand your disposition and decision so I will search for the one known as Metarie. However..." Fay paused to frown at the shivering man. The shivers were getting more and more intense. "We need to get you something to clothe you." It was like chasing her damned tail. She needed to help him, she was about to help him, when he sweeps out of her grasp like her tail does when she spins. Fay shook her head, smiling a slight smile. Looks like she was going to have to work things her way.
"Now relax, I won't harm you. However, I am getting your scent - please don't concern yourself with the idea that the garbage may influence your scent, I will be able to identify your own personal scent." Fay moved forward easily, calmly, and very gently took a hold of his shoulder. Standing on tiptoe she leaned forward and breathed in his scent - her face just by his ear. As she breathed in she mentally sorted through the scents. Yes the smell of garbage was evident, though it did not cloud out the scents of spice, soap and silk. This was no poor man. He was used to privileged. As she pulled back (she'd felt him tense) she eyed him. She'd also caught his own personal scent - one that usually she couldn't describe in others. He smelt... lonely. She tilted her head. From what she could gather, he was wealthy, lonely and a tad bit suspicious. Giving him a small smile to assure him she turned and breathed in the scents of the alley away again, her eyes dilating when she caught the scent of two other men. She did not like those scents. But she did catch Isaac's scent among leather and cloth, knowing somehow these were his belongings. Well at least she knew where to start. Mentally pin-pointing the location Fay turned to Isaac, eyeing him. She didn't want to leave him alone...
"Isaac I know where they took your belongings, and can retrieve them for you - all of them. I am afraid I must leave you here. I'll be moving fast, so it shall not take me long to come back." She tilted her head at him once more, making a very hard decision very fast. She couldn't leave him here completely undefended... but if she brought him with her she may scare him. She bent slightly quickly and drew a spare knife she had with her from its sheath on her thigh. She moved to him easily and held the knife to him - hilt first.
"Use this to defend yourself." Handing it to him she reached forward and tugged the hood of the cloak up over his head. She tugged off her gloves and handed those to him as well.
"Try and stay as warm as possible. I will be back shortly." Fay murmured before turning and leaping at a wall, her claws out. She latched onto the wall and leaped again, quickly anchoring herself once more before leaping up and onto the roof across the way from her. Landing silently she ran across the roof tops, leaping over alley ways, the breeze carry up the scent of the two muggers and Isaac. She tracked them down to another alley way where they were moving in on another victim. Silently furious she launched herself at the nearest of the two, quickly knocking him out with a boot to the back of the head. A quick grab and twist of the other's head had the other down for the count.
"That was easy..." Fay muttered to herself, quickly bending over and collected Isaac's things, not paying any attention to the girl who had passed out from shock. She'd be fine, Fay knew, so she didn't concern her. Quickly Fay peeked into Isaac's satchel, making sure his journal was there. Seeing a book in there she smiled.
"Well there's the journal..." Quickly folding Isaac's clothes neatly she put them into his satchel and slung it over her shoulder. Now to find the one called Metarie... It would be best to start at the parade. If she was like any other citizen she'd be there. Onto the roof top she went again, flashing over ally ways before landing in one. Walking easily she moved to the parade, her nose searching for a strong hospital scent. Realizing that this most definitely was not her brightest plan she moved through the crowd, a headache beginning to bloom. By the Gods... the scents, the noise... Fay looked around when she heard a series of cheers, ignoring the agony the cheering caused. People in a carriage were cheering at a young woman, with a dog at her feet. Another breeze picked up and blew the scent of medicine and the sick to Fay. Perhaps she was the one known as Metarie? Fay approached the young woman, her eyes curious.
"I beg you pardon ma'am... I am looking for one known as Metarie? Metarie Sehkhara? Perhaps you know of her? Or where I may find her?"
"As enticing as the prospect of warming up at your homestead sounds, or, well, you know what I mean," his eyes averted her gaze to parry his embarrassment, "I'm not sure I can go with you all by myself. Don't take it personally, I just haven't had the best luck with strangers lately." Fay Fay blushed harder when she realized how the wording made that sound. Certainly that was not what he meant as he politely tried to recover that sentence, but even still -- even still what? Fay nibbled her bottom lip in thought, why wasn't she so against it as she should be?
"However," Fay's attention snapped back to him, not sure why she was feeling hopeful. "I would be willing to accept your offer, and would happily reward you as well, if I were to have some assurance that you couldn't harm me." Fay blinked, shocked. Harm him?!? Why would she? Because you're not normal. Fay's thought hit like a ton of bricks. Her gaze appeared to be normal, calm, even easy going, but there was a war going on behind them. She didn't want to scare poor Isaac - she'd only wanted to help him. But she wasn't normal. She flinched inwardly. Hadn't her Father said the same thing over and over? She mentally squashed the idea. No Isaac was only looking out for himself - something Fay could respect and trust. So she continued to listen.
"I have a friend here in Marn - well, more of an acquaintance really - but if you were to find this woman and bring her with us, then I'd be a little more comfortable accepting your offer. I would've gone to her myself, but given my current wardrobe, and the fact that she's likely surrounded by hundreds of citizens, it seemed a little unwise. Again, I mean no offence, it's just that if you turn out to be a serial killer,"His voice was teasing, he meant her no offence. Fay smiled, her eyes dancing. So he was afraid of her - then again anyone in their right mind would be... she snapped back to attention to listen to him.
"then I wont have to face you alone. But of course, if she turns out to be the murderer, then I'll have my new bodyguard to defend me," he smiled. "And in the unlikely event that both of you happen to be serial killers colluding to kill me for whatever obscure reason, then at least I'll be satisfied to know I died with odds more improbable than that of being struck by lightning, twice, on the same day.
"I know it's another request upon many, but could you find her and let her know what's happened. I doubt she'd even care, but I don't really know anyone else in the city. You may know of her, her name is Metarie Sehkhara and she's a docter at the hospital. I understand she's going to be taking part in the parade somehow, but I didn't ask why. If you could just get to her and let her know that 'Isaac Arcott' needs her help, then she just might come. If she says no, then bring me a note in her handwriting, and then I'll trust that you really are on my side."
Fay blinked, Metarie? She didn't know the woman personally as she had never been to the hospital for more than to drop off a harmed citizen or pick up a criminal, but she knew one thing - Metarie would smell of the hospital. Fay's eyes glittered with amusement (why was she so happy?) this wouldn't be hard at all!
"Very well Isaac. I can understand your disposition and decision so I will search for the one known as Metarie. However..." Fay paused to frown at the shivering man. The shivers were getting more and more intense. "We need to get you something to clothe you." It was like chasing her damned tail. She needed to help him, she was about to help him, when he sweeps out of her grasp like her tail does when she spins. Fay shook her head, smiling a slight smile. Looks like she was going to have to work things her way.
"Now relax, I won't harm you. However, I am getting your scent - please don't concern yourself with the idea that the garbage may influence your scent, I will be able to identify your own personal scent." Fay moved forward easily, calmly, and very gently took a hold of his shoulder. Standing on tiptoe she leaned forward and breathed in his scent - her face just by his ear. As she breathed in she mentally sorted through the scents. Yes the smell of garbage was evident, though it did not cloud out the scents of spice, soap and silk. This was no poor man. He was used to privileged. As she pulled back (she'd felt him tense) she eyed him. She'd also caught his own personal scent - one that usually she couldn't describe in others. He smelt... lonely. She tilted her head. From what she could gather, he was wealthy, lonely and a tad bit suspicious. Giving him a small smile to assure him she turned and breathed in the scents of the alley away again, her eyes dilating when she caught the scent of two other men. She did not like those scents. But she did catch Isaac's scent among leather and cloth, knowing somehow these were his belongings. Well at least she knew where to start. Mentally pin-pointing the location Fay turned to Isaac, eyeing him. She didn't want to leave him alone...
"Isaac I know where they took your belongings, and can retrieve them for you - all of them. I am afraid I must leave you here. I'll be moving fast, so it shall not take me long to come back." She tilted her head at him once more, making a very hard decision very fast. She couldn't leave him here completely undefended... but if she brought him with her she may scare him. She bent slightly quickly and drew a spare knife she had with her from its sheath on her thigh. She moved to him easily and held the knife to him - hilt first.
"Use this to defend yourself." Handing it to him she reached forward and tugged the hood of the cloak up over his head. She tugged off her gloves and handed those to him as well.
"Try and stay as warm as possible. I will be back shortly." Fay murmured before turning and leaping at a wall, her claws out. She latched onto the wall and leaped again, quickly anchoring herself once more before leaping up and onto the roof across the way from her. Landing silently she ran across the roof tops, leaping over alley ways, the breeze carry up the scent of the two muggers and Isaac. She tracked them down to another alley way where they were moving in on another victim. Silently furious she launched herself at the nearest of the two, quickly knocking him out with a boot to the back of the head. A quick grab and twist of the other's head had the other down for the count.
"That was easy..." Fay muttered to herself, quickly bending over and collected Isaac's things, not paying any attention to the girl who had passed out from shock. She'd be fine, Fay knew, so she didn't concern her. Quickly Fay peeked into Isaac's satchel, making sure his journal was there. Seeing a book in there she smiled.
"Well there's the journal..." Quickly folding Isaac's clothes neatly she put them into his satchel and slung it over her shoulder. Now to find the one called Metarie... It would be best to start at the parade. If she was like any other citizen she'd be there. Onto the roof top she went again, flashing over ally ways before landing in one. Walking easily she moved to the parade, her nose searching for a strong hospital scent. Realizing that this most definitely was not her brightest plan she moved through the crowd, a headache beginning to bloom. By the Gods... the scents, the noise... Fay looked around when she heard a series of cheers, ignoring the agony the cheering caused. People in a carriage were cheering at a young woman, with a dog at her feet. Another breeze picked up and blew the scent of medicine and the sick to Fay. Perhaps she was the one known as Metarie? Fay approached the young woman, her eyes curious.
"I beg you pardon ma'am... I am looking for one known as Metarie? Metarie Sehkhara? Perhaps you know of her? Or where I may find her?"
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The parade continued on as the young fox-shifter asked after Metarie. A young man turned upon hearing Fay ask for Metarie.
"That's Dr. Sehkhara there. Did you need a doctor? I'm the doctor on duty today." The man gestured to the elf woman in the carriage as it continued down the street, heading toward the Justice Center. Dr. Shea had short, wavy, dark hair, vivid blue eyes, and an engaging smile framed by dimples. He was tall and well-built, standing easily at 6'2. The healer's symbol was embroidered on the pocket of his white coat, but if Fay had a scent-sense for such things, she would find he did not smell of magic.
"That's Dr. Sehkhara there. Did you need a doctor? I'm the doctor on duty today." The man gestured to the elf woman in the carriage as it continued down the street, heading toward the Justice Center. Dr. Shea had short, wavy, dark hair, vivid blue eyes, and an engaging smile framed by dimples. He was tall and well-built, standing easily at 6'2. The healer's symbol was embroidered on the pocket of his white coat, but if Fay had a scent-sense for such things, she would find he did not smell of magic.
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Re: National Holiday~
"That's Dr. Sehkhara there. Did you need a doctor? I'm the doctor on duty today." The man gestured to the elf woman in the carriage as it continued down the street, heading toward the Justice Center. Dr. Shea had short, wavy, dark hair, vivid blue eyes, and an engaging smile framed by dimples. He was tall and well-built, standing easily at 6'2. The healer's symbol was embroidered on the pocket of his white coat, but if Fay had a scent-sense for such things, she would find he did not smell of magic.
Fay turned to the male and smiled politely.
"I thank you, but no, I simply need to speak with her. Would there be a possible way of doing so?" Fay asked as she turned to the carriage, looking at the female elf in mild amusement. It was no small wonder that Isaac had chosen the other female as insurance. The elf woman didn't look like she was a stupid one.
"You'll have to wait until the parade ends. The final stop is at the Memorial," replied Dr. Shea. "The parade route goes down toward the Justice Center. You can meet with her there. I hope that helps." As she was expected to do, Metarie lifted her hand and waved, looking to each side of the carriage. Metarie passed a large group of elves. The adults and children alike, pressed their hands to their hearts and bowed slightly at the waist. She could see the Justice Center now, which relieved her. Not much more to go and this annual duty would be concluded until the Ball this evening.
Fay winced, mentally cursing. That was too long. By the time that slow carriage came to be at the Justice Centre Isaac would be incredibly ill...
"I thank you for your time, but you must excuse me." Fay murmured to the helpful doctor before taking off to a back alley. She leaped, anchored herself and leaped again, quickly making it to the roof top, taking off at top speed back to Isaac. The poor man... by the time she would get there he'd be frozen. Concern lacing through her Fay dove forward and began running on all fours - increasing her speed exponentially. How long had it been since she left the man alone? She leaped, landed and took a bare second to look up. The sun had moved a fair enough distance across the sky - enough that she was desperately concerned.
"C'mon, c'mon...." Fay growled at herself, pushing herself to move faster. She leaped once more and paused, looking down. There he was! Fay moved to jump, but took a moment to look at the small man. He was frail, he wasn't powerful, Gods only knew he was likely useless with a blade. Silvery blue eyes analyzed him. Why? Why was she so attracted to him? Why did she go completely out of her way to help him? Fay's eyes narrowed, was it magic? She would have to find out. She leaped down to the frail man, landing silently.
"I have your belongings, Isaac. I have also found Metarie, however she's in the parade and cannot be spoken to for another long while. I am willing to take you to her... after you answer me a question." Fay's eyes narrowed, suspicion evident.
"Have you cast a spell on me? I can think of no other reason as to why I am so attracted to you... or so inclined to assist you. I demand an answer, Master Arcott."
Fay turned to the male and smiled politely.
"I thank you, but no, I simply need to speak with her. Would there be a possible way of doing so?" Fay asked as she turned to the carriage, looking at the female elf in mild amusement. It was no small wonder that Isaac had chosen the other female as insurance. The elf woman didn't look like she was a stupid one.
"You'll have to wait until the parade ends. The final stop is at the Memorial," replied Dr. Shea. "The parade route goes down toward the Justice Center. You can meet with her there. I hope that helps." As she was expected to do, Metarie lifted her hand and waved, looking to each side of the carriage. Metarie passed a large group of elves. The adults and children alike, pressed their hands to their hearts and bowed slightly at the waist. She could see the Justice Center now, which relieved her. Not much more to go and this annual duty would be concluded until the Ball this evening.
Fay winced, mentally cursing. That was too long. By the time that slow carriage came to be at the Justice Centre Isaac would be incredibly ill...
"I thank you for your time, but you must excuse me." Fay murmured to the helpful doctor before taking off to a back alley. She leaped, anchored herself and leaped again, quickly making it to the roof top, taking off at top speed back to Isaac. The poor man... by the time she would get there he'd be frozen. Concern lacing through her Fay dove forward and began running on all fours - increasing her speed exponentially. How long had it been since she left the man alone? She leaped, landed and took a bare second to look up. The sun had moved a fair enough distance across the sky - enough that she was desperately concerned.
"C'mon, c'mon...." Fay growled at herself, pushing herself to move faster. She leaped once more and paused, looking down. There he was! Fay moved to jump, but took a moment to look at the small man. He was frail, he wasn't powerful, Gods only knew he was likely useless with a blade. Silvery blue eyes analyzed him. Why? Why was she so attracted to him? Why did she go completely out of her way to help him? Fay's eyes narrowed, was it magic? She would have to find out. She leaped down to the frail man, landing silently.
"I have your belongings, Isaac. I have also found Metarie, however she's in the parade and cannot be spoken to for another long while. I am willing to take you to her... after you answer me a question." Fay's eyes narrowed, suspicion evident.
"Have you cast a spell on me? I can think of no other reason as to why I am so attracted to you... or so inclined to assist you. I demand an answer, Master Arcott."
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Re: National Holiday~
Such a profound statement from a stranger was something Isaac was unaccustomed to, but then perhaps Marnian customs were different from those in Keltaris. Such honesty usually put you into a difficult position in the city, ripe to be taken advantage of. Perhaps that's what Isaac was about to do. His thoughts wandered shamelessly, as he eyed her nimble athletic form. Curiosity struck as he considered what other interesting anatomical features she might have beneath her garments, but such thoughts weren't very gentleman like. In fact, with his current smell and appearance, it was hard to believe that she'd find anything about him attractive. Perhaps she was't being honest after all. Perhaps her kind ate wanderers like himself, and her attraction was mostly voracious.
It was still no reason not to be polite. He smiled casually, "I er-be-ta!" His momentary dyslexia was unanticipated, so much so that he continued on as if she understood him completely. "If it were a spell, it would be most useful. But I'm afraid I'm not the magically inclined sort. However, I do know a trick or two; if you're lucky you might get to see one someday," he chuckled. The uncharacteristic confidence manifested itself unexpectedly, as Isaac no longer felt so nude in the woman's presence. "But first, I'll need to change in to my clothes, if you don't mind," he took his possessions as she handed them back to him and began to sort them out on the ground. "You're welcome to stay and watch, but that'll cost you extra" he joked. Unsure of whether his momentary confidence would make him comfortable enough to disrobe in front of the stranger, he waited in hopes that she would understand the hint and excuse him.
It was still no reason not to be polite. He smiled casually, "I er-be-ta!" His momentary dyslexia was unanticipated, so much so that he continued on as if she understood him completely. "If it were a spell, it would be most useful. But I'm afraid I'm not the magically inclined sort. However, I do know a trick or two; if you're lucky you might get to see one someday," he chuckled. The uncharacteristic confidence manifested itself unexpectedly, as Isaac no longer felt so nude in the woman's presence. "But first, I'll need to change in to my clothes, if you don't mind," he took his possessions as she handed them back to him and began to sort them out on the ground. "You're welcome to stay and watch, but that'll cost you extra" he joked. Unsure of whether his momentary confidence would make him comfortable enough to disrobe in front of the stranger, he waited in hopes that she would understand the hint and excuse him.
Re: National Holiday~
She watched as he took a moment to study her, noting the way his eyes seemed to darken slightly. It wasn't with rage - his face didn't cloud over like others did when enraged - it was something... different. She wanted to ask what he was looking at, but held her tongue.
"I er-be-ta!" Fay blinked. What in the Changers name did that mean? Was he speaking in another language? She felt a small tug of attraction at the thought but viciously ignored it - it could be a spell. Her eyes hardened.
"If it were a spell, it would be most useful. But I'm afraid I'm not the magically inclined sort. However, I do know a trick or two; if you're lucky you might get to see one someday," He chuckled - it was... such a nice sound. Fay fought for reason, he was scrawny, frail, incapable of defending himself. Not at all a good mate for her. Mate? Where are these thoughts coming from? Fay mentally shook the thoughts away.
"But first, I'll need to change in to my clothes, if you don't mind," She handed the clothes over distractedly. Change? Well that WAS what she wanted - for him to keep warm. He doesn't need to dress for such things. The thought flashed through her mind leaving her mouth dry, and her body trembling. Why? Why him? This HAD to be a spell. It had to be... right? She fought back another shiver - she wasn't cold - as her eyes darkened.
"You're welcome to stay and watch, but that'll cost you extra" She heard the joke, noted that he waited for her to turn away, and did... Though she didn't want to. Hell she didn't even want him to dress. She'll be damned to the darkest parts of the astral plane for her thoughts and soon to be actions, but spell or not, she chose not to care. She heard cloth rustle and wanted to turn when she heard it hit the ground. She clenched her jaw and sought for something to keep her attention away from the sounds of cloth sliding over skin. And saw a pane of glass. Her pupils dilated and she swallowed. There was a dark backing against the pane, allowing anything that is reflected to be seen clearly... very clearly. She couldn't look away as he tugged on articles of clothing, wanting to turn around and make him stop. But she wouldn't... couldn't. Could she? She shivered and closed her eyes.
She could turn around, stop him, touch him, beg him to touch her. She shivered at the thought as a strong zing of arousal shot through her. But that'd scare him away. She opened her eyes to watch him straiten, work on dressing. But he was a man. Men did not turn away such ideas. She'd used her body as a weapon on more than one of her own little... 'tests' as she thought of them, she'd even let one take her as she'd been curious. Somehow she knew this would be different... she made up her mind and turned. His back was to her, his shirt was on, though not fully. Silently she slid up behind him and, thrusting aside her doubts and fears, wrapped her arms around him as she pressed herself fully against him, her nose burying itself in the crook of his neck.
"I believe... it will not be necessary to dress any further... Master Arcott." Fay purred into his ear, her hands lightly running up his stomach to his chest. "Don't you agree?"
"I er-be-ta!" Fay blinked. What in the Changers name did that mean? Was he speaking in another language? She felt a small tug of attraction at the thought but viciously ignored it - it could be a spell. Her eyes hardened.
"If it were a spell, it would be most useful. But I'm afraid I'm not the magically inclined sort. However, I do know a trick or two; if you're lucky you might get to see one someday," He chuckled - it was... such a nice sound. Fay fought for reason, he was scrawny, frail, incapable of defending himself. Not at all a good mate for her. Mate? Where are these thoughts coming from? Fay mentally shook the thoughts away.
"But first, I'll need to change in to my clothes, if you don't mind," She handed the clothes over distractedly. Change? Well that WAS what she wanted - for him to keep warm. He doesn't need to dress for such things. The thought flashed through her mind leaving her mouth dry, and her body trembling. Why? Why him? This HAD to be a spell. It had to be... right? She fought back another shiver - she wasn't cold - as her eyes darkened.
"You're welcome to stay and watch, but that'll cost you extra" She heard the joke, noted that he waited for her to turn away, and did... Though she didn't want to. Hell she didn't even want him to dress. She'll be damned to the darkest parts of the astral plane for her thoughts and soon to be actions, but spell or not, she chose not to care. She heard cloth rustle and wanted to turn when she heard it hit the ground. She clenched her jaw and sought for something to keep her attention away from the sounds of cloth sliding over skin. And saw a pane of glass. Her pupils dilated and she swallowed. There was a dark backing against the pane, allowing anything that is reflected to be seen clearly... very clearly. She couldn't look away as he tugged on articles of clothing, wanting to turn around and make him stop. But she wouldn't... couldn't. Could she? She shivered and closed her eyes.
She could turn around, stop him, touch him, beg him to touch her. She shivered at the thought as a strong zing of arousal shot through her. But that'd scare him away. She opened her eyes to watch him straiten, work on dressing. But he was a man. Men did not turn away such ideas. She'd used her body as a weapon on more than one of her own little... 'tests' as she thought of them, she'd even let one take her as she'd been curious. Somehow she knew this would be different... she made up her mind and turned. His back was to her, his shirt was on, though not fully. Silently she slid up behind him and, thrusting aside her doubts and fears, wrapped her arms around him as she pressed herself fully against him, her nose burying itself in the crook of his neck.
"I believe... it will not be necessary to dress any further... Master Arcott." Fay purred into his ear, her hands lightly running up his stomach to his chest. "Don't you agree?"