An Attempt to Hunt (Beodan Clathony)

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An Attempt to Hunt (Beodan Clathony)

Postby Firenze on February 15th, 2016, 6:23 pm

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A yearn to get out into wide open spaces pulled at Fire. The city felt stifling and crowded. Grabbing a pair of dirty socks she threw them into a pile with the rest of the soiled clothing. The smell and mess of the apartment had really started to get on her nerves. Everything had begun to annoy her since she first woke up. A pot of water began to boil over the fire she turned to poke a stick at.

Grabbing the soap bar she tossed it into the hot water letting it mix in for a little bit. Stirring it with a stick until the water took on a rolling boil. She grabbed a cloth and pulled the pot off the fire and off to the side. Gathering the dirty clothes she tossed them into the pot, some of the water splashed over the edge and onto the floor, steam rising from the puddles.

The clothing would have to soak. So she gathered her tattered clothing and put them on, not worried if they would let the cold air in. She was going to get outside the city today. Had to get out today. Otherwise she felt as though she might go stir crazy.

Grabbing a pack she tossed the empty bag over her shoulder, the large cloak covering her body. Slipping boots on she turned and made her way out the door and down the winding road through the district. The gate was her destination.

Once she’d informed the guards that she would be returning and passed through the gates she began to wander trying to figure out a good place to hide her clothing. Pulling the cloak around her she moved south away from the city. Unfamiliarity had her unsure of which direction would be best to search for food and having to rely on luck that her decision lead her to getting in an area with other animals.

She was excited to get out and actually go for a run and stretch her body out. While walking eyes scanned the snow covered fields, rows of dead crop stumps from post harvest surrounded her. Trees weren’t as popular in the area and it worried her that she might have made the wrong choice. A little over a half bell of walking she noticed that there was a grove of trees in the distance and thought it might be her best bet. The road led her in the general direction and she continued on it to give her the best footing until she needed to cut over to it.

At the forest's edge she slipped her pack from under her cloak and hastily began to strip her clothing off, the cold air whipping at her bare skin. Stuffing the clothing into her pack she stuffed it near the roots of a tree on the outside edge. Digging into the old leaves under the snow and piling the leaves over top. Once satisfied she stood, shaking her hair out.

An orange light flashed and black sparks flew as she shifted. A thick fur covered her body, blocking the cold and giving her a more comfortable feel. Stretching her legs out in front of her she shook her head. A large yawn stretched her jaw out, tongue lolling out between her teeth. Wind ruffled her fur as she started to trot through the trees, getting her blood warmed and limbs stretched out.

It felt amazing and freeing to get out from the city and move about.

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An Attempt to Hunt (Beodan Clathony)

Postby Beodan Clathony on February 16th, 2016, 5:56 am

Whack! Whack! Beodan’s sturdy axe bit into the trunk of a tall, leafless tree. Flecks of bark splintered off with each impact, exposing the damp, sappy interior. That too was quickly dispatched with a few swings and an equal number of grunts. One last blow was enough to cause the tree to bend under its own weight, before crashing to the ground in a heap of broken branches. He wiped the sweat beading on his brow away with the back of an arm, the axe resting in the newly created stump. The exertion had his heart racing and skin feeling hot despite the fine layer of fresh, powdery snow that had managed to make it through the partially evergreen canopy. This would be enough firewood to last a good while, though he did have a nice supply already chopped. It did helped to have the wood dry out before using it, hence the foresight on his part.

Hefting his axe once more, the Herbalist removed the branches that remained with strikes less wound up than before. Letting the small end drag along the ground, he heaved the tree onto his shoulder before beginning to pull it back to his clearing. In years past, he would have had to cut it in two. But this year, his nearly constant labors had kept him in hauling shape. A short drag with this load, while slow, was attainable and worth it. His calloused feet fought with the snow for traction, the lack of sudden rapid movements allowing the chill to seep through the ground. He threw the thing down at the edge of his clearing, and retreated into the safety of his tent.

A cup of tea in hand, Dan went out to his fire pit, and placed a large, oddly shaped log onto the blackened branches and glowing red coals. It popped and hissed in return, as if thanking him for the offering of new fuel. He sat down on the polished log/bench, and sipped his reward for a hard bell’s chore. Peppermint and Vyfox, among other things. The aroma alone was enough to make his mouth water. Steam curled upwards, taking the nip right out of the air. That in combination with the fire, meant he was one comfortable-- Blast it! He had left his axe to rust and rot in some random hollow in the woods. That would be fine, except he wasn’t keen on replacing his axe once every season, thank-you-very-much! He sighed, long and breathy. After sharing a longing look at the glistening tea cup, he set it by the edge of the fire and rose. Hopefully it would still be warm when he returned.

The padding of running feet turned into the clopping of galloping hooves in a flash of light, sparks trailing in the Stallion’s wake. He mentally chastised himself for relaxing before the working was truly complete. If he had just took the time, he would not have had to risk frozen tea! He had nearly arrive at the fallen tree’s stump, when a bolt of orange brought him to a sudden halt. His back hooves dug into the cold ground, though that did not stop him sliding for an axe length. His ears were stiff, and pricked forward, an eye intently watching the strange creature before him. Dan had never seen anything like it. It was as long as he was, a bit shorter, with brightly colored fur. And stripes! He shook his head; had he consumed some Belladonna by mistake? That would explain the hallucination. Not quite sure how to react to this strange stimulus, he stood stock still, ready to bolt if necessary.
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An Attempt to Hunt (Beodan Clathony)

Postby Firenze on February 21st, 2016, 4:41 am

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She began a gentle bound through the crunching grass, soft steps landing on the cold ground. The air felt better now that she was wrapped in her winters coat. While moving she began to inhale, trying to sniff out a scent of anything that might be in the area that she could catch. Not far into the trees her ears picked up a sound, perking in the direction. A branch had snapped. Moving toward it, head ducked low, body crouched toward the ground she sauntered trying to keep her movements as quiet as possible.

Rounding the corner of a scraggly bush she stopped, head lowered and body moved with it as her ears flicked around her head trying to pick up sound. Eyes dilated trying to spot movement. A large horse stood before her, ears perked forward. Her own golden eyes watched the dark ones that were quite a bit taller. Brown hair coated sleek muscles save for the white streak that ran along its face.

Unsure, she kept her distance and waited to see what the animal would do. She hadn’t taken down one as large as it. The thought of all the meat it could provide was tempting but she knew in the condition that she was in it would be quite the feat. Her hopes had been to find a deer or rabbits perhaps… but this was on another level.

She’d seen horses before and knew they were fast. It would outrun her for sure if it could stay out of reach. Unsure if she had the stamina to try to keep up with it she resided to the fact that trying to go for it would have to be saved for another day. However that still presented another thing to deal with. Would it try to defend itself and attack her?

Perhaps if she could spook it it would take off and leave her be so that she could continue to search for food that was easier to catch and less of a hassle to deal with. Ears flat, fur rising on her hackles she bared her teeth and rose slightly, a rough hiss slipped between her lips. Paws slid over dead leaves and frosted twigs as she moved back slightly and tried to make a circle around giving the animal wide berth. She only wanted to continue on down the path.

As she moved back her side brushed against a tree and then something that felt like a smooth low hanging branch brushed her fur. Her eyes dared not move from the other as she tried to maneuver around it.

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Postby Beodan Clathony on February 23rd, 2016, 2:02 am

Three heavy ticks passed every so slowly as predator and prey watched each other. Beodan, for his part, was not sure what to make of this fellow beast. Well, until it decided to part its large, sharp teeth at him. A hiss escaped the tiger’s jaws, its ears flat back against its head. That was easy enough to understand; it did not like his presence. He exhaled nervously out of his nose in a long, fluttery snort. The creature was intimidating to say the least, what with its huge paws and gaze that seemed to strip him down to meat and bones. This was his core territory though, so he felt obligated to politely tell this animal that he was trespassing on marked land. It was true, he did not enforce his boundaries strictly, but he had spent time making sure the bigger, more dangerous creatures would stay away. The wolves had been the hardest, but fire and hooves had done the job.

As the tiger stalked backwards and around him, he dug at the ground with a hoof and neighed to further push his message across. The beast was still backing away, which he took to be a good sign in regards to his safety. Now if only he could find where he had left the axe… Ah. How typical. The wooden shaft was brushing along the back of the tiger’s long, powerful body. Large eyelids hid his chocolate eyes as he blinked in frustration. He waited, unmoving, until the axe was closer to him than the tip of her nose before taking the first tentative step towards it. Another. And another, every so delicately so as not to anger the beast further. Maybe the poor thing was just hungry? It must eat a lot. He could offer it some bread, but maybe those teeth were more inclined to tear flesh. It then occurred to him that that was exactly why he should be wary of it!

When the Stallion had crossed two thirds of the distance between him and the axe, he Shifted. He supposed that he would seem less threatening in this form, and less likely to get his head bitten off. The flecks of light spawned from his transformation flickered out as he continued his walk on the snow. He could once again feel the frozen air that bit at his body, and he felt a pang of sympathy for humans. How did they go on without a fur coat of their own? Without the skins of others, they were soft and squishy. A chime later, and he was able to wrap his hand around the axe, and pull it free with a grunt. Hefting it on his shoulder, he gave the tiger a little wave, and bid it farewell with an animalistic cock of his head. He back pedaled away from it, maintaining eye contact, until he got to the edge of the little clearing where he turned around and jogged back to his tent.

Ugg, cold tea. Dan sat once more on his bench/log, and scooted the mug closer to the dancing flames.
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Postby Firenze on March 12th, 2016, 4:49 pm

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The stallion had hoofed at the ground and snorted at her and she wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Moving slowly she tried to keep her distance in case it wanted to come after her. The language barrier between the two was vast but she guessed that she wasn’t exactly welcome in the area. Generally she wouldn’t have cared but it had been so long since she’d been able to roam free she didn’t feel like messing with trouble. An easy kill was on her task list today. Something that could be taken down quickly and devoured just as.

Golden orbs followed as the horse moved slowly toward the direction she’d been. Why go that way? Was her warning not enough to make it turn around? Why bother her? Not wanting to take her eyes off it but curious as to what could possess it to move closer to her; she flicked her eyes quickly in the direction of wear she once stood. Eyes once back to the animal she tried to register what she’d brushed against… was that an axe? Is that what it was moving for? Strange.

It was none of her business though. Her only current business was to get out the interaction and get on with finding food. Before she was more than a few chimes away and just getting ready to turn to trot off the horse that had been standing there shifted. A lights flashed and then before her stood a man with messy brown hair and dark brown eyes to match. Just like that of the horse. He was Kelvic! Like her!

Excitement gave way to chuff of a loud ‘Hello!’ as she stared wide eyed. Once the snort had come from her throat then realized that he may not understand that she too was Kelvic, still in her natural state. Stepping forward to get out from under some branches, not wanting to smack her head. Glancing up she noticed he’d already grabbed the axe from the stump and was heading away from her.

Focus shifted back behind her and then to the man again. Torn between wanting to run and catch a meal and meet the other Kelvic. She’d not seen anyone else that could shift like her, she’d heard whispers but not actually seen it. Another glance and she’d made up her mind. Trotting she followed the path the man had taken trying to determine where he’d gone.

In the distance she could see a curl of smoke and the top of a tent, the images shifting behind a swatch of brush. The scent caught her nostrils and her nose twitched with the aroma. Pace slowing she shifted form, orange lights flashed, black sparks flying.

Long legs moved the woman from around the brush and closer toward the encampment. I was a huge contrast between being covered by a soft heavy coat of fur to being stark naked. A shiver ran goosebumps down her body. She called out, “Hello?” Unsure if the other Kelvic was in the area.

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Postby Beodan Clathony on March 13th, 2016, 6:03 am

Beodan hummed tunelessly in a soft baritone as he watched his tea. The ceramic mug was precariously perched on the rock rim of the fire pit, though it would heat a lot faster when it was right up next to the dancing flames. He closed his eyes and allowed the snapping of the fire, along with the lazy wind through the trees lull him to peace. … … Well, that got boring fast. He chuckled under his breath, and shook his head. Who was he kidding, it was impossible to rest when he was so invigorated. Nothing like physical labor and an encounter with a sharp-toothed-something-or-other to get your blood pumping! Gingerly, he reached out for his tea, gripping it by the lip with his index finger and thumb so as not to burn himself. Finding that was just pleasantly warm, he took it in both hands, letting the heat seep into him. Then, carefully brought it to his lip. Oh yes, that was good. T’was a shame he could not share his wondrous talent for tea with others out here in the woods, though he would not lose any sleep over it. More for him, after all! A second sip was soon on its way. The golden ichor hit his tongue in a blast of flav- “HELLO!” Someone shouted, or at least that was how it seemed to him.

A yelp died in his throat as he choked on his tea, instead coming out more as a strangled snort. To make matters worse, he had jumped in surprise, and had fallen ever so ‘gracefully’ backwards in the snow. His poor tea had been mixed with dirt and ice, the mug rolling in circles on the hard packed earth. Scrambling to his feet, he attempted to compose himself despite being plagued with coughs and gasp as that devils liquid was purged from his lungs. That’s it, no more than 10 cups a day from now on! As if that would last. He peered around his the edges of his clearing for the source of the voice that had so surprised him. He called, loudly but somewhat nervously, “Skae? Is that you? You know better than to sneak up on me like that!” Dropping into an audible mutter, he grumbled, “She doesn’t visit all winter then just Waltzes back like she owns the place, not even a note! Typical cold-blooded, she-snake attitude!”

Dan froze as his eyes locked on a girl partially hidden by a tree, standing just past his potted plants. Long blonde hair fell around her in a chaotic, but seemingly planned way. Wild, golden eyes gleamed at him, the fire waving in the orbs of precious metal like it was at home. A shiver ran down his spin. He felt flimsy under her gaze, stripped down to the bone, every secret hers to examine. She seemed to be just shorted than he was, but with a presence that could fill his pavilion and then some. All in all, he either thought she was some sort of enchantress, or why the Divines was a girl walking alone with no supplies in the woods at night. Something was off about her, but he could not quite place it! It was not that she looked off, just… Uggh, it would come to him, at some point. Noticing that he had been struck dumb by his unexpected visitor for nearly a whole chime, he stuttered abruptly, a blush of embarrassment flooding his cheeks, “Er… Hello to you too!” Scratching the back of his neck and trying not to drop his eyes, no matter how casually intimidating she was. Throwing caution out the window, he asked, “Umm, I was not expecting company out here, but, er, well… You must be cold, miss Fire-gaze. Warm yourself, there is always room for another on the ol’ log.” He gestured at the seat.

“Tea?”
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Postby Firenze on April 3rd, 2016, 8:02 pm

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She could feel the heat slowly seeping away from her skin. Hands wrapped around her arms as she rubbed back and forth, causing friction to warm her skin. Moving around a tree in the area she saw there were empty pots filled with dirt and dead plants. Someone had lived here at one time. Fire hoped that it was the kelvic that she’d seen earlier.

Her curiosity was answered after her call. Coughing and sputtering was heard not to far from where she was standing. Wrapping around the other side of the tree a soft glow from a campfire could be seen. The dark haired man whom she’d seen earlier was sat upon the log just in front. His head turned, unsure of what to do next she just stood there staring back.

The crook of her mouth came up and she gave a small wave. Eyes scanned over the horse man. His hair was dark and ruffled around his head, almost black eyes that watched her were shadowed. A strong jaw was covered with a fine amount of the same dark hair. Clothed now, she couldn’t see the body that she’d briefly spotted earlier from when he shifted.

Moving closer he’d offered her a spot on the log, patting it next to him. A tinge of guilt washed over her from earlier actions. Glad that she had not attacked the other animal that had been across from her, despite the amount of meat that she could’ve gotten. It had turned out in her favor when she’d seen him shift. There was someone else like her. Sure, her mother and grandmother were, but they weren’t here and she couldn’t talk to them.

Feet moved her around the log and she sat down. It was cold and her breath could be seen when it slipped from her lips. The closer that she got to the fire the more she could feel the warmth, it helped fight off the chill of the air. “It is cold, thank you,” she spoke rubbing her hands together and holding them in the direction of the fire. Her eyes never left his, the darkness within them appeared to go on forever. Seeing the glow from the fire dancing in them now that she was closer. It appeared as though the fire was in them, not reflecting.

When he offered the tea she tore her gaze away. “Yes, please, that would be nice.” It had been a long time since she’d been able to indulge. If he was offering she would take him up on it. However, the reason that she was there was not for the tea but because he was like her. She voiced this to him, “I saw you. When you’d shifted. You’re a Kelvic aren’t you?” It was rather abrupt and blunt but she was sure that it had been him in the clearing.

Taking the cup she sipped on it, it wasn’t piping hot but the flavor was delicious and warmed her from the inside. She thanked him for the cup, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. Tea would have to become something she did more often. This particular cup wasn’t quite the same as in Zeltiva but it was just as good. Stretching her legs out she crossed one over the other, warming her toes. The parts of her that were closest were cozy but the further away her body the more the cold that seeped in. She didn’t want to bother him for a cover since she was already intruding. It was her plan to only stay for a moment, see if that was him in the clearing and then get back to her hunt. Soon to be covered in her warm fur again, she kept that in mind as gooseflesh ran along her arms.

Looking back to him she gave another question, “Is this your place?” Being nosy was something that was common for her. If he it made him uncomfortable she might notice it but it would more than likely be lost on her. Curiosity usually claimed her common sense and had a tendency to get her into mischief.

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Postby Beodan Clathony on September 24th, 2016, 8:16 pm

The Horse Kelvic gave her a smile that seem to rival the fire for warmth, from the tip of his toes to the top of his head, as he handed her a newly filled cup of tea. Such a humble, ceramic mug could carry as much hospitality as the woods could offer. Her gaze was a little unsettling as they stared through his eyes and into his soul. Blinking, he averted his gaze towards the fire with the hope that the intensity of the flames would be lesser than her fiery gaze. They sat in silence for only a moment before she told him of her observation. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, “Oh, you saw that, did you? Yeah, I am a Kelvic, I s’pose there isn’t much point in hiding it.” He stepped back to from the fire, and Shifted twice in quick succession, pausing just long enough for her to see his other half between the blinding light of the transition.

“Have you met many Kelvics? I know it can give you a bit of a fright if you’ve never seen one before and aren’t expecting it,” Beodan sympathised, rubbing the stubble on his chin with the pad at the top of his palm. He watched her face closely as she took her first sip, though he was wrong to worry. She thanked him, accompanied by what he thought was a contented sigh. He was was glad she was enjoying her taste of the Bronze Woods. The fire eyed girl shifted, hopefully seeking renewed comfort and not feeling anxious.

Cocked his head at her question. What kind of horse did she think he was? “Yes, this is my Abode. My herb gardens go to the edge of the clearing, but I have marked off a good deal of the woods to keep bigger creatures out. It’s a peaceful place, quiet and far enough away from the road that people from the city won’t disturb it,” he rambled, waving his arm over her shoulder towards the treeline where the light from the fire could not pass. “What about you, where do you call home?” And why are you out in the woods at this time of night, he added in his head, though he was perhaps more curious about that than his other questions.

The Kelvic looked down into his now nearly empty cup, absentmindedly swirling the blackened bits of leaves hugging the bottom. He had heard stories of people that could find meaning in their formless shapes, but the only thing he could discern from them was that getting up and putting on the kettle would be in his near future.
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Postby Firenze on October 3rd, 2016, 2:05 am

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Listening as he responded to her question, eyes followed as he moved to stand. Quickly he shifted form and back. It was quite an interesting thing to see from an outside perspective. She was never able to see herself change so to see someone else do it gave her an idea of what others might witness. A smile crept across her face as she sipped slowly at her tea. He was indeed the horse that she’d spotted earlier. It was good to know that she wasn’t imposing on someone and just being flat out rude. Her hunches had paid off.

She tried to hide the delight at the fact that the dark-eyed man was also Kelvic. “I’ve not met many, that I know of anyway. I’ve only known of my family and myself. I’m sure there were some in my life and may have not known but... I suppose I’ll never know now,” chuckling at the thought, she took another sip. “Have you met others?”

Smile widening she pointed to her chest, “I met you earlier, did you know that was me?” A soft chuckle escaped her lips. Normally she wasn’t a very showy person, albeit liking attention, it was always in her favor to be cautious. Following suit, she stood, bouncing in her step and moving to an open area. Firenze shifted with a flash of orange and black. Shaking out her scruff, fluffing the soft hair on her body. A soft growl of content to have the warmth covering her skin once more. She only gave herself a small reprieve from the cold before shifting back. It would be easier to converse with him in her human form, even though she’d miss the warmth of the thick coat.

The tigress took her spot, moving back toward her former seat, then picked up the mug. Long delicate fingers tapped gently on the side of the ceramic. She scanned the immediate area where the flames threw light. Able to make out an area just on the far reaches where it appeared as though there was a small garden. Glancing up, she scanned overhead at the trees, the sky that had faded to black. A twinkle of a star winked at here between the trees that were now barren. With a content sigh, she glanced back to the man sitting across from her.

A smile moved slowly across her lips again, “I’m sorry, you’ve invited me to your fireside and shared your tea, and I haven’t even given you my name. I’m Firenze,” she noticed that he began to swirl the cup in his hand and tried to peer around. She wondered if he was running low on his cup and decided it would be courteous to refill it. Standing she moved to look for a kettle but didn’t see one near the pit.

“Would you like some more tea?” she continued her search, making her way around the fire. Her vision was normally quite useful in the dim light, but she was not able to find a pot. Perhaps he had it stored elsewhere, and she could gather it for him. “Do you have a kettle?” Moving closer to the dark haired Kelvic, she searched nearby his perch. It probably wasn’t very becoming for her to wander around his home area, but the embarrassment one would generally feel was lost on her as her mind as she turned to repay the favor.
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Postby Beodan Clathony on October 7th, 2016, 12:06 am

Beodan nodded his head, somewhat glumly, “Yes, I have met others.” A memory trickled through his consciousness, then another, and another, faster and faster until a river of experiences and emotions threatened to drown him. He did his best to drown them right back with the last of his tea, the mug also serving to hide the mist that somehow now covered his eyes. “I’ve not seen either of them in many moons,” he finished after a moment, holding his now empty cup at his lap. He looked up to her, “It’s a shame, I think you would of liked them. But who knows, maybe next time you meet a wolf, it will be Nikia.”

The Horse Kelvics eyes grew wide as he nearly fell of the log once more. It was as if glass had been fused together seamlessly, and now he could see her through it unhindered. “That was you?” Dan exclaimed, running a hand through his unruly, chocolate locks, “I can’t believe I didn’t notice, your eyes, they have the same way about them! A fire that burns with such passion and determination in them.” He shook his head, rueful at the fact that though he had a knack for basic addition, he was apparently not very good at putting two and two together. “Well, you had my heart trying to beat its way through my ribs!” he joked, miming a growl and clawed hands. It would be apparent to any observers that he did not have the disposition to be a predator, even in make believe.

She shifted for him in turn, the real thing so much fiercer than he had remembered from the clearing. But, in the warm light of the fire, her sharp edges seemed to melt into each other. That fur did look soft, and her muscular body was long enough to comfortably serve as a bed for an average human. He briefly imagined what a warm and yet terrifying experience it would be to rest atop such a creature. That would be a pass for the Horse, thank-you-very-much.

Dan returned her smile, and waved off her apology, “It’s my pleasure, I suppose we both got a little distracted from pleasantries. I never cared for them anyhow. It’s good to meet you, Firenze,” he blinked his eyes, bowing his head to her in greeting, “I’m Beodan, but just Dan will do.”

He was in the middle of cracking his aching neck (it did not do to be hunched over things for a long time, but duty called), when she spoke again. “Hmm? The kettle? Ah..er.. Yes, right! It is inside the tent on the workbench on the left hand side. Mind your head, the hanging herbs can catch your hair!” the Kevic warned, and as she started in that direction, he added, “And careful of the knives! I keep them extremely sharp!” It was nice of her to think of getting him more tea. While he loved playing host, there was a certain pleasure of being the one receiving hospitality, especially in one’s own abode.
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Beodan Clathony
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