Training Grounds, in which Ana and Ximal become training partners.
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Built high in the massive branches of Taldera's bloodwood forest, The Spires is a city crafted by the peaceful and scholarly Jamoura. Considered a haven for scholars and sages Mizahar-wide, The Spires is a mecca of philosophy and science that draws people from far and wide with its promise of deeper thinking and higher reasoning.
by Ana Sol Starris on December 23rd, 2012, 4:17 am
Ducking as he flew, she was on her hands and knees now preparing to be squished but instead when she looked up after a moment or two, she saw Ximal laying on the ground as well. Had she actually done it? Did she actually make him go flying aways away from her?! Or was it a trick, perhaps he had jumped at the last minute just to avoid making her into a flat cake of guts and goop. Shuddering at the thought, Ana refocused her attention onto him; eyes wide and filled with disbelief.
"I really did do that??" She stated, bemused "but I'm small- how's that possible?!"
Shaking her head, Ana tried to make sense of what had just happened- by theory she should have been squished flat. Pride was the least of her feelings right then, she was just...surprised and intrigued at the same time. If she were to do that the next time, would it work? Or would she be squished to be like flat bread the next time? |
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by Ana Sol Starris on December 26th, 2012, 1:09 am
Going to Graths Rest "Hah, thats still unbelievable Ximal.." Ana shook her head, still unable to believe it- she would have to try it another time and pray it worked. Then she would know she had actually done it, doing something once succesfully was more of a fluke than a victory if anything. Standing up, Ana stretched her arms a bit, along with her back going onto her tippy toes, only to flinch, spaz as Ximal poked her forehead out of surprise. Cringing, she peeked an eye open at him and let her arms rest at her sides now, frowning; she couldn't help but give him a slight glare.
"What is it with you and uneccessary touch?" Ana grumped at him, swatting his hand away "anyways, if you think this is enough today- how bout we go get a hot drink, and share secrets." She smiled, wryly up at him as she began to gather up her items and reassemble her cloak upon her shoulders "oh, by the way, you're buying- least you can do after so much touching of my person." She chimed out, walking away from him before he could say no, Ana always liked free stuff and she let it be known. |
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by Ana Sol Starris on December 26th, 2012, 2:07 am
Ana marched triumphantly towards the city, only to be crushed into panick when she felt hands grab her under her arms and hoist her up to be on Ximals shoulders- causing her to schriek in surprise! She tightly clamped her hands on her mouth, her face going redder than before, from embarresement, and anger "What the petch do you think you're doing!" Ana shouted down at him, feeling herself wobble from being so high up. She had to grasp onto his head just to stay balanced.
"Come on! I can walk by myself- you're not my broth-.." she started, then stuttered the rest into an indecipheral mess of vowels.
Covering her eyes, she started to repeat "no" quietly, getting faster as her shoulders shook "put me down" she said, pleadingly to him. When he didn't seem to comply she put her hood up, and shrouded herself in the dark matierial. It wasn't as if she were afraid of being up high, she loved being high up, which made the Spires to her especially endearing to her because she could then marvel at how high up the tree went. But this. THIS. This was torture, her brother had done the very same thing for her, and at that time she had thouroughly enjoyed it.
Now it was just a painful memory that kept repeating in her head, it only reminded her of what she wanted to forget; she had to deal with it, as well as the rumors that would sprout up between her and Ximal. She had to worry what Jakobi thought, was it really worth getting free drinks? This seemed more like pay back to her, "please Ximal? I'll pay if I have to. I will. I'm not tired either. Not. Tired. I can walk." She croaked out, not watching where they were going as she had her face covered by her small hands. |
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by Ana Sol Starris on December 26th, 2012, 2:56 am
Graths Rest Peeking from her hands, through the hood when he had put her back down, she was on the verge of tears practically. He had put her down when she started to become stressed, it seemed to her guys were suckers for distressed women. Ana wondered if this was true for every male out there, it seemed to be an ongoing trend in her life, Wrenmae, Kreig, Shadowfang, Kit, now Ximal. How many more men would she meet.. and they would comply to her stress, just because she started to exhibit panick near them. Would it work for every man? Possibly not, as everyone was different, but her reaction was true, she hadn't planned on panicking like that- memories brought the worst, and the best out of her.
Shaking her head at his words, she couldn't speak- she didn't want to but what had surprised her most was the 'sorry' at the end. So they walked the rest of the way to Graths Rest in silence, Ana was fiddling with her cloak, nervous to be next to him.
When they sat down, and Ximal had ordered hot drinks, Ana didn't put her hood down. Usually she had it down, out of polite courtesy to the management but this time she kept it up out of fear of being recognized. Looking down to her hands, green, she remembered their deal at the very beginning and peeked upwards from under the hood at him "I don't think people would mind.. If they over-heard.. But I still would prefer if we kept quiet, y'know.." Ana requested, the tavern was loud with visitors, making merry times amongst themselves, quite the little socialites they were. They hardly payed attention to the small thief, and the big olf next to her.
"So about your hair.." Ana asked, light with a casual tone. |
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by Ana Sol Starris on December 26th, 2012, 3:23 am
Nodding her head as she took her hot drink as well, sipped it, and savored for a few quiet moments between the two. How would she start? Hah, it was a story in itself that was far too long to say, and would be dangerous to other people whom she had on her mind. She didn't want to give away things Wrenmae could do, as it was him who had taught her the morphing, and she remembered he had mentioned glyphing as well- she remembered the designs he had scribbled onto her arm. The eery crawl of magic pulsating through it to make it shift, and turn, act as if her arm had become liquid if only for a bit. Ana sipped again, then took a big, calming breath; she wouldn't have to give an elaborate response to him.
"Morphing," she began "I learned in Sunberth, surprisingly, the night before we left for the Spires.. My hands are green because I wanted to see if I could blend in with the greenery in the forest, but I only managed to do my hands- thank the gods." Ana muttered the last bit, frankly, she was glad she hadn't gone further than her hands and partially her arms. She glanced at the green now, scrunching her face up a bit "I think I made them green in the last days of Spring, been green ever since." There was nothing but a buisness tone to her voice, she was blunt, quiet, she was listening to other conversations as she related her own. She was watching to make sure no one took notice of them.
Ana turned her head slightly to look at Ximal, and his blonde hair, it looked much like hers in comparison "now your story?" No one was listening, not that she could tell- so she was relaxed as she continued to sip her drink. |
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