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Post by falconkai on Dec 26, 2012 9:13:01 GMT -5
Snow whirled lightly over the rich streets of North Gweillian, covering the cobblestones in fine layers of snow throughout the morning. Leaving the streets covered in frozen white, while child and adult alike laughed and play to the beat of lyres, drums and the airy voices of gypsies and bards that came to play for fine gold coins. Until mid-day bloomed, letting Auri wander the streets with her winter fur sweeping behind her like silken tresses as the young gypsy danced through the street with her fellow bard and troupers, with a lute slung over one shoulder as she danced with the marching troupers in the snow.
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Post by icyreflections on Dec 26, 2012 10:07:25 GMT -5
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As the daily shadow swept across the land the night before, a single window remained aglow. From within his humble chamber, one little page remained studying well into the night, blinking against the flickering candle devilishly dwindling away as the night grew weary and dawn approached. This routine was not unusual to the young Siamese tomcat; he often spent most of his time shut away from the rest of society within the depths of his home, his nose in a book and his mind in an entirely different place. Though Oshe was frightened of fire- including the candle that he depended on for midnight studying- he subconsciously trained himself to divert his attention in short intervals between his reading and checking to make sure that the fire didn’t get too rowdy and catch on his scattered books and parchments and engulf him in painful agony.
This practice eventually tired the young page out and without his realizing it, he had drifted off to sleep. As the warm sun rose in the pale winter sky and cast its brilliant, shimmering rays upon the sparkling white surface of the snow outside and eventually cast its luminance upon Oshe’s windowpane and gleefully fiddled with its occupant’s nose and eyelids, the little page woke up, eyes bloodshot from countless nights of inadequate sleep and fretful nightmares, and lifted his dreary head to look upon the city below. He rested his head momentarily on his desk as his teal-blue gaze swept across the tops of the homes below his rather large dwellings. This too, was common practice to the shy page- though he was frightened of interacting with others and often was sensitive to the cruelties of the world outside his sanctuary, he rather enjoyed watching the cats he had gotten to know bustling about in the streets on their merry way. They were completely oblivious to his curiosity, totally ignorant to his existence, and Oshe was completely used to that. His biological father had locked him away from his upper class companions; too ashamed of his only son’s inability to ambitiously entertain those equal to and above him and secure a better future for himself and his family. Eventually, Oshe’s timidity and stuttering proved to be too burdensome to his father and he cast his young son away to North Gweillian in a house that he had bought years ago but hardly ever used and turned him over to the watchful care of Francis the Sage. Oshe didn’t know much about house keeping at the time and was quite frightened of the judgmental eyes of a stranger but he soon learned that becoming Francis’s page was probably the best thing that ever happened to him. He was learning so many wonderful lessons and he finally experienced the love and attention he so craved from his real father. As far as Oshe was concerned, Francis was a better parent than his father could ever be and he was the one of the only cats in the city that he was completely trusting and comfortable with.
As his sleepiness wore off, Oshe turned his attention once more to the open book he passed out on. He rubbed him eyes groggily, they still stung and ebbed from the night before and made reading an extremely uncomfortable and difficult task to successfully accomplish. Instead, Oshe looked about his room, glancing over the scrolls of parchment and piles of books stacked unpleasantly about his otherwise lovely, affluent room. He rose and padded across the deep green carpet to the wall behind him where his pink and gold tasseled cloak hung on a pewter claw on the wall and he draped it over his shoulders and tied it carefully around his neck, making sure it wasn’t too tight and threatened to choke him to death but ensuring that it wouldn’t fall off in the middle of the street and cause a scene or trip anyone.
He took a few deep breaths as he left the room and made his way across the parlor, thinking wildly about his actions and whether or not he should turn around and just wait quietly in his room for his eyes to heal, and eventually made it to the foyer where he pulled open his front door slowly and peeked around the entryway before allowing the rest of his body to even be fully visible to the outside. He stood there for a moment, trembling slightly at the sight of every cat that he once was so fascinated by. He took another breath- this time screwing his features up painfully- and took a tentative step outside. He quietly closed the door behind him, trying not to make a scene or draw attention to himself by creating unnecessary noise, and drawing his cloak in his paws and pulling it closer to himself and farther up his neck in a comforting gesture, he dipped into the rush of the morning commute and kept his eyes fixed on his feet.
‘Maybe some fresh air will help,’ he hoped, still reluctant that his decision was correct and fighting the urge to go home.
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Post by falconkai on Dec 26, 2012 11:09:57 GMT -5
Auri laughed airily as she whirled through the streets, sending snowflakes into the air to whirl around her like pale butterflies as her tail swirled around her hindlegs like a dress. Only stopping her blizzard like dance when she spun out of the trouper parade to catch her bearings and allow her weak eyes to adjust against the sudden dizziness she always felt when another's mind tried to flood her's with it's thoughts. Causing the trouper she-cat to bend over and try to regain her composure through a pained frown, as she noticed the other mind's unease and anxiety. Making Auri wince as she sat down on the road side and reflexively at instinct retaliated against the accidental attack on her mind-reading brain. Whoever was at unease in the crowd was going to get a nasty surprise in the form of a mental flash of white light, and a flash of Auri's frowning face that would surely feel like a punch to the head.
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