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Topic: War in our midst
Subject: Share trust in the name of Jocelyn
Only but a few simple moments had it been, as the female watched these two figures, before one became bold enough and had taken her hand bringing her to the inn. Only being found in a state of shock, was what kept her mouth sealed; no noise coming forth from her.
Such a bold move for a man she knew nothing of, and yet here she sat now in his presense, in an inn she'd never been in before, with kind words speaking of room, food, and drink she had been without for a long time. What possessed such a man to speak to a stranger of such things?
She knew of nothing to answer this question that haunted her.
In times like these, for a person such as she, trust is hard to find in others, but somehow this man seemed to be asking for her trust in a way she did not understand; but was it trust he really wished to find in her, or merely another plot against her?
She did not know this either.
As her mind rattled with endless possiblities of such actions, she found herself paying no attention to the man's words as he spoke. "I-uh...Beg your pardon?" She asked, as she revealed her hands once more, pulling the cloak tighter around her frame. Once the man repeated his words once more, she cleared her throat slightly, lifting a hand to pull back the hood of her cloak.
"I do travel...Alot I suppose you might say..." She began. She brought a hand up, to run it through worn faded light brown locks of hair, that had clearly been cut by the blade of a knife. It was short not even reaching her shoulders, falling before her blue eyes. "I-um...I came for food here..." With this she thought of whether she dared to pull out the fish she had just bought with the last of her coins, but the thought of one stealing this last precious possession from her haunted her, so she only set her hands upon the table in front of her.
Turning her head, she looked towards the door of the inn, waiting for the other man to step foot upon the threshold. It would not be much longer before he presented himself as well, seeing as he had come with the strange man before her.
Trust was something she wasn't quite sure she was willing to give to this stranger. As little of information as she could muster was all she would give until he proved that he meant no harm. "Might I ask of your name...kind sir...?" She forced herself to ask. She wished to know the name of the man who seemed to speak so kindly to her. Feeling it rude though for her only to ask of his name, she presented her own in return.
"My own is Jocelyn."
Posted on 2007-08-12 at 18:20:19.
Edited on 2007-08-12 at 18:31:50 by Deverath
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Topic: War in our midst
Subject: A mere figure left unknown.
In the autumn months, the leaves begin to fall, leading up to its end and winter's beginning. As a light-footed being steps upon the freshly fallen patches of leaves, a soft crunch can be heard, as the leaves crumble beneath its steps.
Nothing is thought of this figure, whom makes its way to the fishing village; the black traveler's cloak adorning its very frame. With the hood pulled up, nothing is revealed of its features besides a pair of worn, yet oddly peircing deep blue eyes. Beneath the length of cloth, which is the cloak, a pair of man's boots can be seen covering the feet of the figure as it made its way to the village.
Upon reaching the village, a pair of slender hands are pulled out of the sleeves of the cloak; such fair, slender hands, that can only belong to that of a lady, yet the skin is tainted with the filth of days of travel. Reaching up, the figure pulled the hood of her cloak down more, to be sure not to be noticed.
One might think it strange, that a lady is traveling in such times.
As the female moved on, her hands now hidden once again, as she made her way to a simple small building; one placed on a river's edge in the town. She reached it quickly, and placed a hand upon the door, pushing it in, and allowing herself to step upon the torn mat upon the worn wooden floor.
Without a sound, she walked over to the counter, where a man cleaning a fish could be found. Clearly he was a fisher of his own business; a small business, but none-the-less a business.
With slight hesitation, the woman brought out a tainted hand once again, only for it to disappear into the pocket of her cloak. Course, moments later it was brought out once more, this time being brought forward, to set a few coins upon the counter. "A fish...with what this can buy me." Her voice spoke, entering the air upon the small room. It was a sweet voice, but by its sound it was worn with years of living.
The man only gave a simple nod, and disappeared into the backroom, before reappearing again with a small fish. He then preceeded to wrapping it in a paper like material, then finally handed it to the girl. No more words were exchanged, as the strange female walked out of the wooden door, and into the village again.
A hunger ate away in her stomach, as she held the fish out before her, before greedly pulling it into her cloak, as if afraid one might sight it, and wish to steal it from her grasps. She looked up, and peered at the few faces that wandered the town. Mere villagers doing their daily business.
Course her gaze was soon caught upon two others who were just entering the town.
Posted on 2007-08-11 at 19:48:33.
Edited on 2007-08-11 at 19:50:36 by Deverath
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