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Tales of the Cat / Stealing Away
« on: January 15, 2013, 11:57:43 PM »
Storm or no storm, it was going to be nice to get away for a few days, just the two of them. Not that he doubted what S'jira said, about what the fishermen and others had told her.  Just that he wouldn't have needed an excuse for the pair to just go stay at the cottage she had bought for awhile, but on the other hand it was nice to have one. Otherwise he likely would not have thought to do so.

Most everything had been arranged for in case a storm did hit and snow them in for a bit. Firewood, water, food and the like were all in plentiful supply. They were just stopping by the Dragon to grab a few more personal items before heading there.

After stopping in the common room for something to drink and to grab a few more items from the kitchen stores, they headed out back to the stable to fetch Trygg, the horse he had given to her nearly four years prior.

He had never gotten along well with horses, but Trygg had been different. They seemed to have a mutual respect. He had selected Trygg because his training as a war horse, a role he never got to fully realize before he had been purchased. Trygg had the size, speed, strength and skill to defend S'jira if the need were there.

And while Trygg did seem to remember him after his absence, and the respect was even still there, the horse also seemed to make no bones about his ... displeasure ... over that absence. Often moving as if to try and step on his toes, or turning to bite at one of his ears or shoulder as he was putting the saddle on him for her. And at more than once just outright turning his back on him as he approached the stable to bring him his feed.

Tonight however, the horse was well behaved, and even seemed happy to see them. Well, happy to see her at least. He lowered his head and gave her a gentle nudge as she went up and greeted the large horse with a rub across his muzzle.

He was already saddled so he set to tying the sacks of things they were bringing to the back of the saddle, leaving one slung across his own back. And after S'jira had finished slipping Trygg a treat of some sort he climbed up to the saddle and offered her a hand up, pulling to sit before him and offering her the reigns. It was her horse after all.

He slipped an arm about her waist as she settled back against him and started Trygg out of the barn and towards one of the roads heading East. Shadows from streetlamps danced across darkened storefronts as they made their way through town.

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Tales of the Cat / An Unexpected Ending To An Otherwise Lovely Evening
« on: January 12, 2013, 11:04:18 PM »
Dinner had been nice, relaxing, quiet. S'jira and he had decided to go to one of the smaller eateries in the market, have a meal outside the Dragon. They had planned to return to the cottage S'jira had acquired in his absence, but time flowed a bit too quickly and they decided it was too late to do so. Trygg was left in the small barn, and the walk back to their room at the Dragon would be a much shorter one.

There were still a few puddles dotting the road, remnants of the foggy, misty weather of the day before. He paid it no attention and as he stepped through the first, it sent up a splash of water that had S'jira jumping lightly aside.

He offered a quick apology, and when she decided to tease him lightly about his carelessness he feigned being wounded by her words. Her laughter was a wonderful sound in the still night. He took a step back and bowed low at the waist, "begging" her forgiveness and offering to make it up to her.

She gave another small laugh, but as well as she knew him, she warily asked how he intended to do so.  He turned about, dropping to a knee and said that he would take the place of the steed so she would not have to worry about puddle and the like.

It took a bit of prodding before she agreed to climb on his back. Her arms wrapped about his neck, legs about his waist and her chin rested lightly on his shoulder as he resumed their return to the Dragon.

He made an exaggerated effort to note and avoid any further puddles on the walk back to the Inn. As the approached the familiar porch and as he walked across the floor towards the bar, with a light whisper to his ear she reminded him that her own legs did work.

There was already activity behind the bar as he relented, letting her take to her own feet, setting her down at the bar and offered to get her something to drink. The smith, Kruger, was back there and seemed in a foul mood. He paid him little heed really, instead giving his attention to S'jira as she decided for a rare treat of wine instead of the usual cider.

He had known Kruger for years, held no small amount of respect for him, but truth be told he had .. well, not avoided, but he was not one he had sought out to renew acquaintances with. Kruger was someone with whom S'jira had sought happiness with when he had not returned and she did not know that he ever would. She had not shared all the details with him, which was fine, but he knew they were together for a fair amount of time before her own travels took her away. Between that, and her feelings for him having never left her, their relationship did not survive and from what she had heard he was happy with another now.

So while he had seen, felt the harsh looks directed at them he had thought they were simply because of his mood, and they were the ones that happened to be in the path of it this night.

He was behind the bar, fetching some elven sweet wine for S'jira as the smith had gone and sat. He was near the bust of the Watcher, and as the Inn was nearly empty at this late hour, it was nothing for him to her the conversation he started to have with it.

He spoke of men and honor, or rather a lack of. Then of tails tucked between legs. It was soon apparent they, or he rather, was not just caught in the crossfire, he was the intended target of Kruger's ire.

As he went to fill himself a mug he spoke, letting the Smith know that if he had words for him that he was right here, there was no need to speak to an empty chair. A wellspring sprung forth at that. Kruger spoke of how the feline was supposed to have been dead, but instead here he had weaseled his way back in to S'jira's life and likely her bed after having abandoned her. And that while the rest of the town may be cheering his return... he would not.

His back was still to the room as he finished tapping his ale. He didn't have to look at S'jira to know the pained expression that would cross her features. He did not need to see her to know the pain she was likely feeling. For Kruger, over the role, no matter how small, she believed she played in his pain. And he knew she would also be troubled over how the Smith's words may be effecting him.

And they did. A mix of regret, sadness, anger and more all bubbled up inside him once more... as they have any number of times since his return. He hid this all behind the mug as he lifted it for a drink. S'jira reached a hand out towards him, resting it on the bar. He could see it out of the corner of his eye as his gaze fell on the smith. Kruger spoke of how S'jira was too kind to ever hold him accountable, but that he would have to answer to someone.

His ears fell back slightly and a snarl was cutting in to his words as he spoke, making it very clear that there was but one person he would have to prove himself too and it was not the smith. More accusations of running away were made, more shouts of anger were flung and when S'jira spoke imploring Kruger to stop the smith claimed it would only stop when one of them lay bleeding on the floor of the Inn.

In a quiet voice he bade S'jira to go upstairs, for while he had no desire to fight him, he could tell the smith would not stop until blows were had. He told the smith that if he wished to spill blood that he was right before him, but that he should not delude himself in to thinking it was being done for her. That if he were to do this, it was for no one other than himself.

One last accusation was shot out at the smith, wondering if it was anger fueling this, or perhaps it was guilt over how he himself had not waited for S'jira to return from her homeland before finding himself in the arms of another.

Kruger took a running leap that brought him to the bar top, and he took a step back. Not from fear, but to simply open himself up. He stood there, behind the bar, arms out from his side and simply reiterated how he had no wish for a fight. He would not stop the smith from doing what he would, but he would not fight back.

He had barely gotten the words from his lips when Kruger dropped down behind the bar, using the momentum to fire a punch right for him. While he steeled himself for it, it hurt none the less. That fist connected square in the middle of his face, against that feline snout, snapping his head back and forcing him to take a half-step back to brace himself. Had he been in a different form his nose would likely have been broken. As it was, the immediate result was the coppery taste of blood as the inside of his lip was cut against his teeth. That and the stars that would be clouding his vision for a few moments.

He was vaguely aware of another trying to step in, trying to stop the smith has he pressed his attack. Another jab was feigned, and instead a right hook was swung. Instinct took over and his elbow was tucked in to his side to block the blow. Kruger spun around and smashed an elbow to his chest. The wind was nearly taken from his lungs, the ribs did not crack under the blow but he knew they would be sore for days to come.

He braced for whatever blow would come next, and it was in the form of a hook to the jaw that snapped his head to the side. He turned with it, spinning about to face his attacker in a low crouch. Kruger hissed at him, telling him to defend himself, which was followed by four more words, said barely above a whisper. "just f***ing kill me."

There it was, he had known there was something more at play here than simple anger. He still did not know why Kruger would wish for death, at the moment he wasn't even sure he cared. But he was closer to the truth.

Then nearly as quickly as the situation had exploded, it came to an end. The woman who had tried to stop Kruger's swing a moment ago gave him his wish of spilt blood by taking a bottle to the back of his head. The glass bottle shattered and the smith had just enough time to turn towards his new attacker before he collapsed unconscious on the floor.

He stood there for a few more moments as this woman managed to get the slowly awakening Kruger to his feet and start towards the door with him. He simply watched, offering no help.

Instead, as they approached the door, he turned, walked out from behind the bar and to S'jira who had started down the stairs to meet up with him. He had stopped her while she was still a couple of steps above him, allowing him to look straight in to her eyes, and that is all he did for a few moments.

Then he remembered her wine. The nearly full bottle was still sitting atop be bar. He started to go retrieve it for her when she threw herself at him, arms about his neck in a warm embrace. He only wince slightly as her arm brushed his jaw. She then gave a quiet, relieve laugh at his worry over her forgotten wine. She released him long enough for him to go retrieve the bottle and return to her, following her up to their room.

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Tales of the Cat / A Wonderful End To a Good Day
« on: January 07, 2013, 02:29:24 PM »
It had been a good evening of hunting. There were four rabbits, already gutted and skinned were in the oiled canvas sack slung over his shoulder that bounced lightly against his back as he walked up to the Dragon.

It was a nice feeling to be out stretching his legs such, but it was another clash of feelings. On one level it felt as if he had not done so in ages, but he very well did quite a bit of hunting over those previous years. He just couldn't remember doing so.

And while that hunting likely included any number of rabbits, he didn't think any would taste as good as these will once a stew was made of them.

A slight smile crept across his face as he entered the Inn and caught sight of S'jira seated near the hearth working on one of her sewing projects. She started to her feet as she spotted him entering.

He continued on towards the bar, giving a nod in greeting to Chryrie, and by the time he had deposited the sack on the back counter s'jira had come to the end of the bar. Stepping close to her, he leaned in close and nuzzled in to her neck, whispering a greeting to her and nipping lightly at her soft skin. Her hand reached to brush along his whiskers. He turned his head in to the touch and lingered there for a moment enjoying her scent before standing upright again.

"Rabbit stew will be on the menu for tomorrow..." he said. He had caught enough to make a large pot to be served in the Inn and feed the two of them for a few meals. He had kept the pelts, asking if she had a use for them as he had no immediate need.

After a moment of thinking she said she did. She was making a cloak for the woman called Tinker, and it they could be used with it. He would take them to the tanner and trade his raw hides for some finished ones so she would have them right away to work with. It was a visit he needed to make, an relationship to re-kindle after his absence.

A bit reluctantly he moved away from her to retrieve the sack off the back counter, pausing a moment to ask if she needed something to drink. While she went to fetch her mug from where it sat at the hearth, he moved in to the kitchen. Meat and pelts would need to be put on ice until they could be further dealt with the next day.

He returned to the common room and was fetching her some fresh, spiced cider when Anya had entered. The woman who had been so kind to the stranger, to him, a few days earlier. He noticed something right away.  First it was the smell of dried blood about her, and then something in the way she walked... her mannerisms. He did not know her well at all, but there was just something... off. He noticed the source of the smell to be her knuckles. Deep scrapes were on them, scabbing over, but still fairly fresh. He watched her as she fetched herself a couple of bottles, leaving money for the till before taking a seat at the bar, keeping up a conversation with S'jira about the stew that would be made the next day.

After she was settled at the bar, he looked about for a familiar box kept under the bar. He was unsure it would still be there, and if it was if the contents would be of use. He was pleasantly surprised when he found it, but also discovered someone had kept the herbs inside freshly supplied. While the herbs and such inside were all edible, this was not a box for the kitchen, but one befitting the common room of the Inn. No, all of these herbs had some sort of healing qualities to them. From settling a stomach made queasy from too much ale to aiding in the healing of all manner of cuts, scrapes and burns.

He thought of something that would also help, but was not kept in the box. He glanced to S'jira. Between her baths and other uses, she had a number of scented oils.

"Do you have any lavender oil?"

As S'jira said she did and made to fetch it, Anya made as if she was preparing to depart. He looked back to her and with a point to her and then the stool he simply told her to "sit". It was more a command than request, one that set her a flurry, thinking it was over the bottles she had taken, getting all defensive and soon, fairly submissive. Ready to be shackled and drug away.

He managed to calm her, and explain. There were two pouches with powders in them and the small bottle of oil slid across the bar to Anya. They would help with healing of her wounds if she tended to them. A stick of cinnamon was also handed over. Together they would help fight infection, soothe itching, and maybe even reduce any scarring.

He felt her moving close, S'jira, as he finished speaking with Anya. Her arms found their way about his waist as she tucked herself under his arm. His tail seemed to find it's way about her legs of it's own accord as he put his arm over her shoulder. She was tired and wished to retire. He wanted to join her... but he was not quite ready for sleep, and as his gaze flitted across the room for a moment he let her know he had something he wanted to attend to first, but let her know he would soon follow.

A light kiss was left at the corner of his mouth, and a promise of finding a warm bed waiting was made before she turned and made her way up the stairs. It took no small amount of will to keep from following her as he watched her move up those stairs. As she disappeared down the hall, he moved out from behind the bar, snagging up the mug of cider she had left there and moved over towards the hearth.

Chryrie was laid out in comfort on one of the couches, he stepped up on to the other, taking a seat upon the back of it as to allow his tail to swing freely behind him. Leaning forward he rested elbows on knees, the mug had been shifted to his left hand, leaving his right free to toy with the strap of braided leather about his wrist.

Another round of greetings was exchanged between the two, she spoke of being glad to see him returned. It was something that even days later was something he was not used to hearing and said as much.

"From what I've heard, I can imagine so.  You should have something done so that doesn't happen again." She was all smiles, but there was something more behind those words. An offer perhaps?

His response, be it a statement or a question, it didn't really matter, was just a single word.

"Magics."

"Perhaps. Although, if you were thinking of more mundane means, you'd likely be talking to someone else right now." Her voice was soft, soothing, almost seductive.

"The two of us do not get along so well."

He meant himself and magic. He did not know why, but things of magic when used upon him had rather unpredictable results - if any. The wards in the dueling rings were a good example. They just plain did not work on him, any injury sustained was one he would have to heal from on his own. It was not something he shared freely however, and as such Chryrie did not take his words as intended.

"You and I?  I've never held issue with you.  I rather like you... what little I know of you."

That earned a soft chuckle from him.

"No. Sorry. I meant magic and I. I have nothing against you or others who use it."

He tried to explain that any contact he has had with it has not gone as planned. He went on to tell her that he was not looking for her to use her skills on him directly.

It had not even crossed his mind actually, but after her words it was something he would have to think about. But no, for now he was thinking on a much smaller scale. The simple piece about his wrist, the braided leather. It was a gift, a symbol. It was important to him, and he had thought it lost.

"It has a tendency to fall off when I am not quite feeling myself." he stated, still not ready to speak too freely of the changes he goes through. He was simply (or maybe it was not so simple) looking for a way to keep it on him, no matter what form he is in. But before he could ask such, she spoke of adding something to it, something that should he lose it, S'jira would be alerted and that it could be used to help S'jira locate him.

The information was helpful, but gave him new things to think about. Other options to ponder. He thanked her and expressing his desire to get upstairs in time to bid S'jira a proper good night and rose from the couch.

The room was quiet when he entered, shadows from the single burning candle that rested on the beside table danced across the walls as he closed the door behind him. Her head was on the pillow, covers tucked up about her already sleeping form.

He smiled slightly as he looked to her, but wasted little time in watching before blowing out the candle. His clothing was shed before he lifted the edge of the quilt she was curled up under. Carefully as possible to keep from disturbing her too much he slid under them along side her. As his head hit the pillow he felt her wrapping herself about him. One leg over his, an arm across his chest and her head tucked under his arm to rest upon his shoulder. A soft greeting was murmured from that half-slumber she was in, he turned his head to brush a kiss across her forehead in response. Her breath was warm on his chest as he adjusted the arm under her, bringing his hand to rest on her side at the swell of her breast.

Sleep was still some time away for him, but that was fine. This was a moment, a feeling he wanted to savor for as long as possible.

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Tales of the Cat / A Rude Awakening
« on: January 03, 2013, 09:37:05 AM »
((this and some of the other posts to follow will give some background on the events leading up to Panther's reunion with S'jira as seen in The Return))


Cold.

His still half-unconscious mind registered the cold and instinctively a hand searches about in the darkness for the quilt he surely threw off himself while he slept.

Wet.

As his hand finds nothing, that's the next thing his mind registers. Cold and wet.

Ok, he's awake.

Eyes open, blinking in the darkness, but their feline nature quickly picking out the shapes of pine boughs almost directly overhead. So close they are, had he sat up in his confusion he would have been struck back down after hitting his head on them.

His eyes closed again as he let out a slow breath. Unfortunately, this was not the first time he woke like this. It wasn't often, but often enough. He had changed... something triggered him in to becoming fully feline. So he spent the night out in the woods, doing whatever a large feline would do when left to his own devices. At least he was in the woods, away from prying eyes... for when he awoke like this, it was usually in his human form. A form that offered no protection from the elements... or protection for his humility. Clothing did not survive the changes such as the one he went through.

He lay there for a few moments, letting himself fully awaken when it dawned on him. He was still cold. And wet. Nude or no... he was cold? It was mid-summer.. why... ? He open his eyes again, and there amongst the green of the evergreen boughs was the rather distinct white of... snow?!

This got him sitting up, at least propped up on elbows as he took a full look about him. There was a lot of white... he was in the recess under the boughs of a tree, with nearly two feet of snow surrounding it. More blinking was had. Despite what the cold and wet were telling him, his brain was not quite registering it. A deep shiver, brought on by both, is what brought him back to the here and now. A deep breath, eyes closed and he focused... willing his body to make the somewhat painful transformation from this ... rather exposed form to that of his were-form. One that at least offered up some protection from the cold in the form of a nice thick, covering of fur.

Scrambling out from under the tree, the snow crunched under his paws. this was not fresh snowfall, it was not powder, it was hard, and barely gave under his weight as he moved about trying to get his bearings. The sun was just starting to break the horizon, casting a dull glow through the lingering clouds. At least he knew what direction was what... but he had no idea where he was.

A hand reaches to his head, rubbing lightly at the temple as he strained to focus on the last thing he could remember.

S'jira's birthday... giving her Trygg.. the horse... ?there were a few weeks after that. Glimpses of nights spent together. Him finally admitting his love for her. Her putting her own touches to the loft. "Arghhh!" It was nearly a snarl, the cry of frustration as he paced about near the tree he awoke under. All these things happened in mid-summer, and here it was now... dead of winter. Months... he had not had a lapse like this since... since Mika. Something similar happened after he had spent months searching for her. He found himself lost in his other form for a number of weeks before finding his way back to RhyDin once again.

Emotions were flooding him. Grief relived from that time in his past. Guilt, at how S'jira must be feeling the same after his being gone for nearly two seasons. Anger and frustration over this. Over not even knowing where he awoke from such a nightmare of his own making.

Stop it! He shouted inside his own head. Stop. Breath. Think.

Closing his eyes, he just breathed. Slowly, deeply inhaling. Slowly exhaling. It was minutes before his eyes opened again, the sun was nearly fully over the horizon.?

Ok, first things first. Figure out where I am, then I can get back to RhyDin. To 'jira. He slowly turned about, taking in the full panorama around him, the rising sun shedding enough light to finally start seeing things in the distant. Trees, lots of trees.?

His own tracks, well those of the cat, were just barely visible and the scent was fairly strong. He had come to this spot from the North. The wind was out of the west and carried only woodland scents, nothing more. Some more investigation of the area around where he slept showed no signs of a fresh meal. His stomach confirmed it had likely been nearly a day since he last ate. Of course that didn't tell him much about where he was, just that he was hungry.?

Ok, a choice had to be made.

He would follow his own tracks, back in the direction from which he came. Maybe he would get lucky and they would cross a road, at least that would narrow his choices down from any direction to just two, and at least he was traveling somewhat into the wind, that would be helpful as well.

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Site News / Phishing Scam
« on: January 18, 2010, 12:22:07 AM »
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Site News / Help Us Test A New Chat System
« on: November 13, 2009, 12:40:14 AM »
We're looking to test a possible replacement for our current chat system.

Get all the details here!

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Site News / Revamping the Great Hall
« on: October 28, 2009, 05:16:23 PM »
Join in the discussion on some possible revamping of the Red Dragon's Great Hall

read on...

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Site News / JUN 30: SEB Comes to RDI
« on: June 29, 2009, 11:42:23 PM »
You can get the details here!

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Site News / JUN 27: DM Turns 4!
« on: June 27, 2009, 09:50:32 PM »
Ok, it's a week late... but read more bout it here...

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Site News / JUN 27: Eye of the Beholder
« on: June 27, 2009, 10:24:31 AM »
We're trying something out called "Eye of the Beholder".

Basically, the idea is to take a slice in time during live role=play and get those that were there to write about things that took place during that time from their own characters perspective.

Our first run at this is going to center around last night's wedding of Taneth and Tormay.

For more info... head over to the Eye of the Beholder folder under Dragon's Tales.

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Eye of the Beholder / Eye of the Beholder - The Wedding
« on: June 27, 2009, 10:17:05 AM »
The idea for Eye of the Beholder came back to me, in part, because of the wedding of Taneth and Tormay last night, and they have both agreed to let last night's event be used as our initial trial run.

So....

If you where there last night, we want you to post! Tell us about the evening from your character's perspective. While it obviously will center around the wedding and festivities afterwards, you do not need to focus on "the wedding". Tell us about what your character was feeling, their thoughts, what they experienced while at this event.

If you need a refresher, here's links to the logs...

10-11pm
11-midnight
midnight-1am
1-2am
2-3am

Those logs encompass from when thing started through when the happy couple left. You do not need to write about the entire period of course, or even the entire period your character was there. Pick something... well... it's your pick.

Now, if you were not there, you aren't being left out. If you would like, go through the logs and give us a "fly on the wall" perspective. Pick out some things that happened and tell us about them.

This is a chance to be creative, and kind of compare how you/your character sees things differently, even when looking through the same viewfinder as others.

You have one week to post your stuff... post them as replies to this message here... I'll "lock" the thread sometime the morning of July 4th.

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Eye of the Beholder / What is "Eye of the Beholder"?
« on: June 26, 2009, 10:43:29 PM »
Some of you may have read the Thieves World series years ago... it's a series I often refer to as an example of collaborative writing. It's a collection of ongoing, short stories by different authors.... and the authors often refer to and use each others characters.

This led to me thinking a while back about how we all see the same thing in different ways.... which got me thinking about an idea for a "writing contest", which I decided to call "Eye of the Beholder".

The basic concept is this... take a specific period in the Inn or something, and invite those that were there to write about what happened while they were there, of course it is from their own characters point of view.

Anyone that wasn't there could use the posted logs to write about things that occured from a "fly on the wall" perspective.

Now, I refer to it as a writing contest, but as of yet... I don't know that we plan on doing any sort of judging, and I don't really have any prizes.... but I think this would be a fun challenge for all of you.

Long story short, I've got some ideas on getting this going, so look for more details to come. And if it gets some good response, I think it's something we could do on a fairly regular basis.

Let me know what you think.

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Tales of the Cat / The Gift
« on: June 20, 2009, 11:14:34 PM »
He had spent a good portion of the afternoon finalizing the purchase and delivery of S'jira's birthday gift. It kept him away from the Inn and the loft much longer than he had anticipated. For better or worse, S'jira was not at the loft when he arrived back to the stable.

The gift was put in one of the empty stalls that had been made ready and he left some instructions that nobody was to go in there until he returned.

Heading in to the Inn through the back, he was able to quickly pick out her scent among all the others. It was not in the Inn, but was fairly strong... and lead to the stairway for the Arena.

He found her there, watching the couple of duels taking place. He moved up behind her, his hands finding her shoulders and his cheek finding hers as he leaned in over her to greet her. Lips found her neck for a brief moment as his hands massaged her shoulders and he stood upright again. They talked a bit as the current duels finished up.

She asked where he had been and he could feel the warmth from her smile as he mentioned he had been getting her birthday present. After a bit more conversation he suggested that maybe she could have her gift early.... and she nearly burst out of her seat. In short order they were on their way out of the Arena and back towards the Stables and their loft.

He paused outside one of the stable bays where both halves of the door were closed. After grabbing a carrot from one of the feed baskets he broke it half and offered it to S'jira, telling her she may need it.

"Do we ride tonight then?" she asked?

"Maybe..." was his answer, then bade her to look inside.

His gaze remained locked on her face as she opened the door and looked inside. Her eyes went wide and she said nothing for a moment... then two... before finally at barely a whisper she asked "mine?".

"Yes. His name is Trygg" he replied.

She turned and nearly lept up against him in a hug, one he readily accepted and returned, before turning back to offer the carrot to the large black stallion waiting patiently inside the bay.



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Tales of the Cat / Shopping
« on: June 16, 2009, 11:41:05 PM »
Word had made it back to him that a trader in the marketplace may have what he was looking for.

More specifically it was an idea he had as a gift for jira's upcoming birthday. He still wasn't sure if this was going to be the right gift or not, he wouldn't know till he saw what the peddler had to offer. But he had been fairly specific in what he was looking for... so with a bit of luck... and the peddler knew enough to not risk him wasting his time looking at anything less that what he had detailed.

He had to head to the Marketplace to place orders for the Inn anyways, so an extra stop would not put his day behind in the least.

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Tales of the Cat / Wandering Thoughts
« on: June 15, 2009, 10:33:08 PM »
It was a warm day, nearly summer. He was up on the roof of the Inn, checking the shakes that protected the rooms below. The spring rains brought forth a few new leaks and reminded him the roof would need tending. He walked the roof back and forth in courses, pulling out those showing signs of rot or damage. Who would think a roof would get so much traffic as to require such constant repairs.

This was one of those things that could easily be hired out, but he enjoyed the work. Being in the sun and just doing his work, forgetting the day-to-day issues if even for just a few hours. It let him clear his head.

It was fairly mindless work, which meant his thoughts were free to wander. And as they often did, they wandered to S'jira. Her birthday was coming soon and he still had no idea for a gift.

It had been over a year now that they had been together now as well. In some ways it seems as if she had been there with him for much longer, other days it was still felt as new to him as if it had only been weeks instead of months.

The past months were marked with many things. The building of the loft so he could give her a home. While it was still essentially just two rooms, it was larger and much more private than being in the Inn itself. And being near the horses has been something she has enjoyed as well.

A glance upward at the sun told him it was late afternoon. He should get cleaned up, 'jira was cooking dinner and he promised to not be late. He finished with the shake he was currently fitting in place and grabbed up his things and headed along the edge of the roof towards the back of the Inn where the loft over the stables was.

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