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farsickness2020-05-24 03:55 pm
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Forging Ahead
WHO: Merlan O'Keefe & YOU
WHEN: The Rest of May - Beginning of June
WHAT: Doing shit and making things
WHERE: Gazin, The Forest, Merlan's Forge
WARNINGS: Cussing? Monster fighting.
WHEN: The Rest of May - Beginning of June
WHAT: Doing shit and making things
WHERE: Gazin, The Forest, Merlan's Forge
WARNINGS: Cussing? Monster fighting.
00.1 𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓪𝓷'𝓼 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮
She missed the magic, the gleam of chaos that had been Merlin, which is why she continued to work on various and sundry items out in her little patch of forest clearing. Surrounded by trees, now with a two bedroom house built from logs, sweat, and a bit of blood, Merlan found herself comfortable and actually, for once, rather content. It was a simple life, quiet, away from the town. She even had a spot for her warhorse, Thunder, now. It was only a two-stall barn and fenced pasture in the large clearing but it was well built. Thunder seemed to enjoy it, stocked with decent feed and the odd apple or treat she'd found somewhere along the way from Gazin to here. Her defences were tight and wards would tell her what lurked nearby and then create some truly hideous noises to scare off monsters.
On her porch, which was wrap-around, terminating at a gate where she'd coaxed a garden into both producing food and blooming flowers with a small pool of water with stones set into its mouth. Coin had been easier than most since she went out every few days to monster hunt, grabbing trouble here and there by its talons, head, horns or what-have-you.
Balls?
She missed the magic, the gleam of chaos that had been Merlin, which is why she continued to work on various and sundry items out in her little patch of forest clearing. Surrounded by trees, now with a two bedroom house built from logs, sweat, and a bit of blood, Merlan found herself comfortable and actually, for once, rather content. It was a simple life, quiet, away from the town. She even had a spot for her warhorse, Thunder, now. It was only a two-stall barn and fenced pasture in the large clearing but it was well built. Thunder seemed to enjoy it, stocked with decent feed and the odd apple or treat she'd found somewhere along the way from Gazin to here. Her defences were tight and wards would tell her what lurked nearby and then create some truly hideous noises to scare off monsters.
On her porch, which was wrap-around, terminating at a gate where she'd coaxed a garden into both producing food and blooming flowers with a small pool of water with stones set into its mouth. Coin had been easier than most since she went out every few days to monster hunt, grabbing trouble here and there by its talons, head, horns or what-have-you.
Balls?
Now, she sat sipping tea out of a pewter cup in the early morning as a hazy fog crept in. There was a sign that sat hung between two snug trees that said:
𝓜𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓪𝓷'𝓼 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮 & 𝓜𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓬
(MONSTER HUNTING JOBS ACCEPTED)
(MONSTER HUNTING JOBS ACCEPTED)
It was neatly burnt into a piece of carved wood which was then shaped like a dragon roaring with the tongue as the signage. Merlan thought it was clever but who knew about the residents.
002. 𝓗𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 & 𝓢𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰
If there's aynone in need around, Merlan is there to help! In fact, she'll even bring her warhorse so they can kick some ass if needed.
003. 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭
Wherever and whatever your please~002. 𝓗𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 & 𝓢𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓰
If there's aynone in need around, Merlan is there to help! In fact, she'll even bring her warhorse so they can kick some ass if needed.
003. 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭
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"You have my word upon my honour that I will be there with you to help you take your vengeance." Merlan gently took Renfri's tea and sipped it before handing it back. "We are travellers in this place, I would share what is mine with you. Anything you need, ask and we'll make it together."
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When she reached for the tea she had still been distrusting and took a sip, she couldn't help giving a little chuckle, followed by a smile that was all caught but also unashamed. She wouldn't be ashamed of her suspicion and with Merlan, it felt like she wouldn't need to be.
Still holding on to her with the other hand, she picked up the tea, raised it to her and lifted it to her lips. "Then I will give this a chance," she announced solemnly. "Maybe this can be more than a sanctuary. It can bring you kindred spirits, too."
For another moment she hesitated, fighting with herself, then she caught Merlan's gaze and drank deeply from the cup.
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"I hate to disappoint," Merlan said, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly, "it really messes up my day."
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The beginning of this freedom being that she didn't pull her hand away from Merlan's even now, soaking up the small caress.
"I hate to disappoint, too," she responded, her voice far lighter than before, "which means I'll just have to live up to your best worst expectations."
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It was good for both of them, she supposed, her smile was soft as she watched her new friend. They'd be just fine.
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"I'll take that deal," she shot back, playful challenge glinting in her eyes. "I'm considered pretty fearsome at home, you know. A terrible brigand." Her lips twitched. "You should be afraid."
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"Goodness. Will you tie me up and take me to your lair?" she said in a breathless voice. "Or will I join your terrible band of brigands? Mmm, what a story, lovely fearsome Lady Brigand."
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"I don't know," she said slowly, the very picture of someone thinking hard about it, "I might just take you to my lair and then make you join my band of outlaws, let you gain your freedom through villainy!"
And yet even as she joked, she found herself marveling. For someone to know, at least parts of the story, and at least parts of her reputation, and joke wit her instead of condemning her... This was indeed a wondrous place, with wondrous people.
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She meant the last part in all seriousness but it came out as lighthearted and free as the rest. Merlan meant that so much she slid her bright wings from tattoo to curve around their little huddle of hilarity - that was proof enough. She didn't notice them until they glittered in the sunlight, throwing colours around them.
"Whoops," she murmured, "got a little excited about that last bit." She squeezed the other woman's hand comfortingly, though her own face was flushed with something akin to embarrassment. "I should...probably put my wings back."
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It took some doing to tear her eyes away, only to notice the blush on Merlan's face. Seeking to reassure her now that Merlan was the one flustered, she leaned in a little closer, pointedly casual in how she placed an elbow on the table, and said, "No need to put them back. They're just going to make you a more valuable hostage when I take you to my lair of villainy."
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"You like them, my lady brigand?" she asked, her green eyes fairly sparkling as leaned in as well, waggling her eyebrows. The high points of her cheeks were still flushed but she didn't look away as her a wingtip brushes Renfri's shoulder.
"I need to practise more but they do let me fly. I just haven't gotten around to figuring out how to launch from the ground quite yet. The hop-jump looks ridiculous."
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"Then you will have to practice," she declared grandiosely, "I can't have any of my brigands hopping around like a flightless bird!" Her attention, though, that was already on the wing tip that was brushing her shoulder and with this touch, she found herself reaching out, running her fingers over the tips of her wing.