Kara
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Post by Kara on Sept 19, 2012 16:58:31 GMT -5
Kara: watches as the female comes running up to the male she raises her eyebrows at the whispering between the two, she places her hands behind her back touching the specially made daggers there then shrugs as it seems safe enough here so she continues to gawk around the sanctuary feeling awestruck she completely ignored the others as she slipped off a ways to look at some of the art, she jogs back just in tgime as the male turned and started talking to her and her sister so she lets a big smile out and nods speaking softly "understood" then turns to the woman and smiles still not trying to show her appearance as of yet cause ya know they might hang her for being different
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Post by Geoff, The God of Biscuits on Sept 24, 2012 20:51:36 GMT -5
He stands there, shrugging out his cloak over his robe. His hands pluck the weapons from himself, the clinking sound of the chain whip loud in the relative quiet of the monastery. His eyes move over the girls, and implore them to sit "Please. Tea will be ready soon. He turns his back to them, his shiny sai handles showing above the obi sash he wore, his voice still pleasant and soft "So tell me, girls, what has brought you to these strange lands? For I know, you are neither Greek, Italian or French. " He chuckles, and begins prepping a teaball, waiting for the response
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Kara
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Post by Kara on Sept 28, 2012 12:51:02 GMT -5
Kara: Looks up at the old man "you are correct sir, we are none of those. you see we come from the North but me and my sister can not go back to our home, tis forbidden once you leave you are banished forever" pulling her cloak tighter around her she frowns as her sister removes hers since she was born of different mortal parents she doesnt have the strange glaw as i do
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Post by Geoff, The God of Biscuits on Oct 3, 2012 15:47:14 GMT -5
He nods, placing the herbs and leaves in the brass ball, his back turned to the girls as he busied himself with his stove. His fingers deftly seal the ball, plunking it in the water as he walks back to them, a perfect hook shot into the kettle. The ball plonks against the metal kettle, the slight reverberation ringing with a dull, metallic sound. His smile widens, his hand returning to his side, his hands sliding in his robe sleeves, using his legs to lower himself onto the cushion "So, Girls of the North. Interesting." He says nothing further, just sitting there, smiling at them, staying silent and listening as he was usually so good at doing. He sits and waits for one of them to falter under his smiling gaze, the sound of the panflutes and meditation bells, drifting through the air through the doorway
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Kara
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Post by Kara on Nov 4, 2012 23:15:09 GMT -5
Kara: fidgets under his scrutning smile she looks toward her sister who sits there like a normal mortal then shakes her head and pulls her cloak tighter and grumbles then looks up toward the old man asking softly "sir do you believe myth's" not knowing for sure his beliefs with him being a monk and all so she had to ask so she can then feel free to reveal herself once she knows for certain if he'd be comfortable around her not so normal persona
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