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POSTED: Thu Aug 02, 2018 7:37 pm

”Symre.” The girl was winding back and forth on the path in front of him, humming softly beneath her breath. ”Symre.”

She reminded him of Hyacinth when they had been growing up, independent and hard headed. He had taken her to The Arena multiple times, but she did not have the form or the drive to become a soldier. It had become evident during their fourth attempt, when she had sunk to the dirt floor and begun drawing with her wooden sword that this was definitely not her calling.

Brocade grunted, ”Symre!”

She finally spun around, her long braids laced with auburn and gold. She had taken to weaving brass pieces into the braids, cuffs and chains that glittered as she moved and caught at the sunlight. She had a wrapped skirt around her middle, and a loose tunic that she had fringed with brightly colored tassels.

She was singing to herself, plucking up flower blossoms and arranging them in her tiny hands.

He had realized too late that the skirt was actually his scarf. ”Did I say you could have that?” He growled at her, narrowing his eyes and peering down his long nose at her – ”Your mother asked me to watch you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t hurt you.” He held out his hand, ”Give it here.”

She was glaring at him, ”You wouldn’t dare.”

She was feisty.

It was exhausting.

His hand didn’t move, ”I wouldn’t?” His lips twitched, ”And how do you know that oh little wise one?”

She was chewing her words, crossing her tiny arms defiantly.

With a laugh he sprung upon her, yanking the scarf from around her middle so that the tunic fell loosely around her knees. ”Hey!” She shouted, but he was tickling her and she was laughing too hard to protest, ”That’s-“ She threw back her head and giggled, ”That’s mine!”

Just some cuteness

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POSTED: Thu Aug 02, 2018 11:14 pm

To rise and shine is so hard to do
When all the light has been taken from you

OOC: Here Amanda, have a Silas. +300 words.

Silas had been told that so long as he stay within the borders of the kingdom, he would be allowed to roam around. This rule was simple enough to follow, and the ranked members of the kingdom would have nothing to worry about. He was, and had always been, a good slave. He would never risk throwing everything away to try and run. He had witnessed enough attempts when he was back in Rabenuhr to know how that turned out.

If he was going to live here, and assist the members with whatever tasks were given to him, then he needed to know the lay of the land. At least this way if he was told to go to a certain location or to meet someone somewhere, then he would know where that was. He could map out the locations in his head and then see if he could ask one of the ranked members to name them for him, with respect of course. Perhaps Helena or the Queen herself would be the best one to approach with that question or knowledge.

Ears turned up to the sound of voices in the distance. They were not any of those he recognized, though one was female, and one was male. If these were ranked members, then it would be best to not only familiarize himself with them, but see if they would have any work for him to do while he was out here.

Stepping out along the path behind them, Silas was able to get a good look at them. The male was the taller one, gray with some lighter brown markings. Black scars tore along his one eye and shoulder. His most notable feature had been the male's golden eyes, something the servant always found fascinating in others. The female was younger from the looks of it, braids in her hair and holding darker browns and grays compared to the male. He sat on all fours, watching them as he really didn't have a way of getting their attention. Besides, it was in his knowledge not to speak unless he was spoken to first.

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POSTED: Thu Aug 09, 2018 1:17 am

Symre was laughing so hard that her breath was coming in wheezing gasps, her little feet stamping a trail along the path as Brocade chased her. He tickled her soft puppy fur and chuckled deeply when she batted at him, the rich hue of her eyes curling with mirth.

Brocade didn’t notice the quiet man until Symre straightened, pulling on one of her braids as she gestured: ”Who’s that?”

The soldier gazed at the golden-haired man curiously, taking in the thick leather collar that wound its way around his neck – the ring that pierced his septum and gleamed beneath the cloud covered sky. There were scars across every exposed piece of his body, and Brocade found himself wondering how he had gotten them.

Symre was creeping toward him, her eyes wide as she took him in.

”Why do you have a ring in your nose?” She touched her own nostrils and winced, ”It looks like it hurt.”

Brocade grunted and stepped closer, keeping the guard hairs around his shoulders stiff and his tail high. The man was a stranger – a servant – and though Brocade still did not know how he felt about Salsola’s sordid past with the help he wanted to ensure that Symre was safe.

”Hello,” The man dipped his head slightly, ”I haven’t seen you around before.”

Symre beamed proudly, "You have scars just like my Oncle."

:)

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POSTED: Sat Aug 11, 2018 6:27 pm

To rise and shine is so hard to do
When all the light has been taken from you

OOC: +400 words.

In a way, Silas felt bad for the moment his presence had broken up. It was clear from his observation that the two held a strong connection with one another. This was not a romantic feeling they shared.. at least not likely considering the difference in their... age appearance. The gray male looked to have more ware on him than this young female. Family perhaps?

The male soon lowered his head. How nice it was for them to have that connection. It had been the one thing that broke him in the end... not having a family anymore. Whatever might have remained didn't even know about him.

Golden gaze moved back up as he heard the girl speak first, questioning who he was. It was clear her question was directed at the silver man rather than himself, so there was no reason to get his book out, at least not right away. Once she had made her voice clear, he had turned his attention fully on the servant, golden eyes moving about his body. Ears stood up at attention, un-moving to either one of them.

Head turned to focus on the girl as she came close, pondering about the ring in his nose. Considering how long he had it, it was almost like he forgot it was even there. She had brought her fingers up to her own nose, trying to figure out how it would have been on her own nose, ears pulling back slightly as he heard her wince. A hand reached down to his pant's pocket, pulling out a small book and an item to write with. Now he had a question that was directed at him.

The item moved across the page in a neat, but quick fashion. He offered the open page to the girl with a small smile, "Silas is used to the ring. Former master gave it to Silas to show Silas' role. Silas is a slave. Servant now to Salsola."

Head shifted over t the male as he approached, now speaking to him as well. His head dipped slightly, which was a bit strange considering their position with one another. Head lowered as he moved his hand out to get the book back from the girl. Writing utensil moved across it again before it was then offered up to the silver male, "Arbiter Helena brought Silas to Salsola. Loners attacked Silas and former master. Master... died and Silas was brought here. Silas serves Salsola faithfully."

His ears had caught on to the girl's notice to his scars, but he gave no written words in regards to this. Being a slave... it was probably not hard to guess where they had all come from.

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